until my airwaves are compressed close my eyes but nothing puts my mind at rest keep the emotions at bay bottle them and let them fade yet they intensify tell yourself another ******* lie unbeknown to you, they bubble and bubble all that's left is the aftermath the burnt rubble until you can no longer hide pull the trigger, you died rest in peace my mind is finally at ease
an expression of how my defence mechanism of choice, repression, serves me. yet it's seeming advantages hide an insidious undertone.