On the inside, he's so sick.
It's making him feel claustrophobic.
She always makes him so weak.
It's making him feel claustrophobic.
It's like a dark magic trick.
It's making him feel claustrophobic.
Her lips curve up into a smile, like it's a snake passing by.
The poison spreads fast through his body, every time he looks her in the eye.
Her chocolate eyes radiate such a deadly poison,
It instantly kills off his power to reason.
Her hand is like a sharp knife in silky disguise.
Every time he feels her touch, a part of him feels so alive that it dies.
She makes him feel like he's suffocating,
With all the guilt, all the shame, all the self-hating,
He really hopes the ugly truth has sugar-coating in waiting.
His breath is shallow, his eyesight is dim.
It's like the walls are closing in on him.
His chances of escaping are just so, so slim.
She makes him feel like he's whole,
Like she's his ultimate destination, his only goal.
And then he feels the dark emptiness engulf his soul.
He's in such a small, confined place.
He can hear his labored breath and feel his heart race.
He's in such a small, confined place.
He closes his eyes and imagines her bright blinding face.
He's in such a small, confined place.
He is relieved when he feels their fingers interlace….
He's claustrophobic, and he's trapped inside the confined realms of his own mind.
With her image everywhere- on the right, on the left, in front and behind.
He's claustrophobic, and he's trapped inside the confined realms of his own mind.
Memories of a campfire night plays in loop with slow-motion and rewind.
He's claustrophobic, and he's trapped inside the confined realms of his own mind.
He feels so much of love that he feels hopeless emotions of every kind.
He's claustrophobic, and he's trapped inside the confined realms of his own mind.
He's not sure what he's looking for now, but he knows it'll be hard to find….
Inside his mind, it's a wild maze.
Numbers and equations fading into haze.
He can see flying integrations and locus.
And then her face comes into focus.
It's making him feel claustrophobic.
On the inside, he's so sick….
A/N: You said I should write more poems. And I needed a break from writing the "within the turning gears of fate" fairytale, so angst poetry it is :P Hope this made sense and hope you liked it. Please review and let me know :)
Also, 2 things I'd like to mention: 1. at my friction press account, a lot of people complain that I rhyme too much. Well, it's a personal thing, Lol. Deal with it? 2. I've heard so many complaints about rhythm and all those technical things. Know that I write from the heart, I'm not a professional and never wanna be, so I don't really care about those things :P LOL.