It's burning up, boiling out of me
The steam is rising up and I can't see
Fire runs under my skin and I can't hold it in.
The pressure builds it's close within
Its searing through my skeleton
I'm charred through, I'm well done
Still the surge has just begun
It's rocket fuel and I take flight
It's a wildfire that wakes the night
Words brand me with an eldritch flame
Can't bite my tongue, can't stay the same
Boiling, roiling words stream out
Rivers of thought, without doubt
Without the pause of conscious thought
Without the feeling it's all for naught
It's seeping from my very pores
My hands are burned, my flesh is scored
If smoke's escaping, there's your proof
That what comes out must be the truth
I held and held and held it in
Till it burned free through my very skin.
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