Questioning

I’m questioning myself, why I have all these different feelings – loneliness, sadness, panic, suffocation. I think, I’m going through a phase, where it feels like I’m writing every single word with my dark blood. I’m crying inside while I’m rhyming.

Is everything changing?

Tweaking

Is the mind chattering?

Freaking

Is the body shattering?

Exploding

Is the rhyme flowing?

Phrasing

Is the rhythm beating?

Creeping

Is the ink bleeding?

Deadly

Is the color red beets?

Dead beats

Is that beast feasting?

The Red Feast

Is the heartbeat racing?

Panicking

Is the air slowly fading?

Fainting

Is the screen getting blurry?

Sweating

Am I simply afraid?

Suffocating

Has the time stopped moving?

Lonely

Have I started reaching places?

Phases

Am I going crazy?

Frenzy

Do you get what’s happening?

Suffering

Can you sense the feeling?

Burning

Are you here to catch me?

Destiny

Are you one of those preachers?

Creatures

Do you come from the shadows?

Light

Is this all a part of me?

Questioning

 

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