Pain and pressure forms under the skin.
Hatred and fear will start to take shape again.
Life just tears away from the madness and hostility.
Flowing through veins and cracks in the skin causing insanity.
Just hanging on by a simple thread.
Waiting for the perfect moment to be dead.
When the time finally goes by.
It’s time for the world to stop and die.
Remembering a deep, dark pit.
Nothing for you. Just the terrible abyss.
Watch the pendulum swing, as time ticks away.
These feelings….terrible feelings of hate.
Rising again. Back in the dark abyss of the pit, the pressure and pain.
But not for you. No cure for the itch under my skin, I’m going insane.
