Turmoil
The TURMOIL in my heart,
is but a dark, dark mass
or horrid snakes that threaten
to smother me in their
hissing venom-
I can hear the acid that
burns a deep hole
in the metal walls
of my cold and frozen
heart-
I am afraid, that it will touch
me, eating away at the
clotted arteries that
refuse to let the life-giving
wine coloured blood
flow-
I hear the onslaught of the rain
that hits the metal roof-
how it drums into my head
like the futile pounding
of bloodied palms on the
crimson walls, rivulets of
that red streams that seem like
abundant tears that fall from
a sky so corrupt
with pollution-
it threatens to consume with every
waking minute,
that crawls in eternity.

After writing this poem and looking at it, i guess my thoughts are quite random today. Haiz, feeling stressed. I don't know what's going on in my stupid head- it's quite irritating when so many things are gg on in it. Guess the As are getting more to me than I thought they would... My heart is numb, yet my mind is in turmoil... wonder why they say that the heart is the seat of all emotion, when the fluff in my head is making me feel unsettled. Gosh, cant even cheer myself up with the usual, just jia you! It's making me wonder what's there in life worth living for, but don think that's a safe path to thread, too depressing. No wonder they say we dont think nowadays, when i'm trying so hard not to think.:( Haiz, don't think i'm making sense, think i'll just go off and rot... Stupid blogskins! Attempted to find one to change today cause can't get the tagboard for this one functioning, but cant find a nice one...