Chest burning. <br />Head whirling. <br />Veins bulging. <br />My chest is a thermal playground where stars mingle to see who burns the hottest the most ferocious. <br />My head is a stage where demons demonstrate there evils, and boast of their vile acts. <br />I am forced to watch, by there ringleader. Myself. <br />My veins are a pathway for a poison, the most toxic poison of all. <br />Life. <br />I need the antidote.<br /><br />blake graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-boil/
