Mania

January 17, 2015

It’s a sudden onslaught of every possible thought.

You’d think there wouldn't be enough space to fit that much emotion.

I guess that’s why the body shakes and over heats while trying to contain it.

And the taste sits in the back of my throat waiting for the moment I’m least aware.

The last thing I need is an explosion of delirium.

Maybe that’s why I’m programmed to self-destruct.

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