Hanging up there like an over ripe grape, ready to fall

O! stop trying to burn my eyelids

Before you calm your nerves

from this uncontrollable anger eating you up, giving you a bad name?

Keep your ears attentive while I school you about good behaviour

Bad temperament is not good for your health, and you know it

See how my blood complains of high temperature, crying in loud

silence, while you fry my bones

My skin suffers from corrosion like an uncoated steel

licking water  from the prying dews

Your entangling claws

have made a million holes on my coveralls,

tearing off my flesh with your dead conscience ,

While I scurry home to escape your dreadful wrath