Emotion bottled and shaken to the point of explosion, Risking a state of total destruction With the simple rising of a raging white cap, Twisted by the stormy hands of inner turmoil.
Slapping waves of reaction Against mountains of addictive distraction, Causing one an internal Mexican standoff, Presenting a decision, diamond in the rough:
Raise the white flag of resistance. Offer yourself some relief assistance, Breathing in a meditative manner, Setting a slow releasing standard, Steadily releasing emotional pressure In a controlled state of measure; Or Find yourself dead on the floor, Having exploded in an internal combustive roar, Because you fought to hold in the building Pressure. Attempted cognitive deconstruction, Neglected yourself thriving construction, Fearing your own atomic reaction to the explosive emotional canter.
Either choice resulting in emotional disruption... Eruption, But only one in total annihilation.
The thoughts I jot are for my own being, The ones I show are for you to know You are not alone. My brain feels like it's being pulled, in two. The pain is dull but growing, emotionless. My hair's a mess as always shown. I'm not together, it's for the better, Forward the letters, leave the keys. I wish I was holding worth for someone to see. The looking glass shows my real imagery.
If this is a standoff in my own, Each side isn't bluffing As the tumbleweeds go drifting by We both have guns to be blown. We say ten steps but only take five Lying to ourselves to make the other die. Then the dust settles to show nothing Just a Russian roulette suicide But the barrel was empty Too much of a coward to really try.