A volcano of a stomach
Lava starts to rise
Acid eating at the tubes
A person starts to cry
Nails of nerves pierce the skin
The fear is in the eyes
No matter what obstacle in the way
Still the person tries
The surroundings start to get intense
The brain it starts to fry
The soul starts to over heat
Then it starts to dry
The mind opens to a new
To see through deadly lies
The fists begin to tighten up
The looseness in the thighs
No matter what the person does
The body will surely die
For the person cannot match
Reality's larger size
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 12:07 PM UTC
A volcano of a stomach
Lava starts to rise
Acid eating at the tubes
A person starts to cry
Nails of nerves pierce the skin
The fear is in the eyes
No matter what obstacle in the way
Still the person tries
The surroundings start to get intense
The brain it starts to fry
The soul starts to over heat
Then it starts to dry
The mind opens to a new
To see through deadly lies
The fists begin to tighten up
The looseness in the thighs
No matter what the person does
The body will surely die
For the person cannot match
Reality's larger size
©2004 Paul Celano
Posted 2010
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