In the lowest key
Pressure hanging
Behind the eyes
Focus blurring
Exploding into scenery
Of unstoppable fury
Made of thoughts
Armies of ants
Crawling under skin
Nails desiering
To fly into battle
Rejection is futile
Trying to dismantle
Whats made
Of ignorance n greed
Wave after wave
Hitting into the portside
Rocking the vessle
Ripe to be sunk
Inbreath fighting in
Outbreath falling heavy
The belly is dancing
To the death-song of becoming
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