Hot to the point of dripping frustration
Walls hugging close, ignoring boundaries of comfort
I am exposed to thickened thoughts and muggy minds
I see deeper than the blind
Running rounds of labyrinths, echoing-shaking the grounds
Foundations leaking, deep wells of pensive tactics
Breaking automatic
Subject to tangled knots as a foreigner in sacred land
Watching my step
Awareness essential to survival like a savage
The lifestyle of leisure is above me
Tapping the source it runs its course
Battles the conditions of a wicked storm
Rage like eyes that seem to bleed
Thumping external threats to safety
Camouflage is comforting, but demons never sleep
Black thoughts creep into interactions
Terrible timing, embarrassing me so