Raw Hours (Part I)

I’ve never had so much power pounding through my veins;
A deadly fire in which I’m battling the desire to hold it all contained.
Each beat of my heart sends these needles showering through my being.
Each fraction of the second I feel me rising from this sinking.

And this energy, this chaos surging within me,
It shakes me, burns me, leaves me barely breathing.
I’m trembling, its raging, it tries to claim my soul.
Im battling and clinging, like dangerous thunder, through my bones it rolls.

Over flowing, bursting, bubbling over. This feeling spilling, rushing through my whole.
This rush, this agony, this surging, attempt at purging, battering my control.
This hurt, aching, craving, starving for the truth.
This undying need to know, what caused this being cut loose.

I taste blood in my mouth and my head fogs with this torture.
My vision dimming. The time between each heartbeat grows shorter.
And these toxic clouds that fog my head, they burn my brain.
Like razor wire, they slice feed the power, and yet give strength.
Breathing: deep vs. shallow, slow vs. quick. I will contain this power.
In this, both my strongest and weakest hour.