heat from fire, fire from heat

The schizophrenic voices in my mind have died

The oppressive, sweaty, thick palms of the late spring heat has suffocated them


Now there's one voice in my head, boiling alive

The angriest one, all that's left is anger

Draped under the corpses of all the others for the sake of shade

Sweating out all the laughing gas in his system

Let me out! 

Let me out!

HAHAHAHAHAHAH

Let me FUCKING KILL YOU


I don't have the mental capacity for this I cry

As I spew inky letters onto the floor 

As my face flushes through the colours of the rainbow

As I scream in anguish under my blanket covers


Where are you, where are you? I'm not supposed to be here right now, this doesn't feel right. This is not where I belong


My body temperature rises like I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick it burns, I'm in hell

The temperature gets me, it gets me, its got me in its warm smothering palms


Dad taught me how to be so silent 


38 degrees during the Australian night


Broken AC in the kitchen at work


My face flushes red when you kiss me


I'm drowning in boiling water


So raise your larynx and wail

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