Tiny-ChiKn

So great, the strain, For undoubtedly I felt That something within my brain Is tearing its way out Electrical storm A channelling worm Fright and terror through Inward winds blow Through a door and a port Funnelling in cold and ushering in hurt Yes, something inside Definitely wants out; Why else are all these voices United in such a shout? The clamor is deafening And their tone is severe The abyssal pitch threatening They demand be revered Death rains from their tongues Venomous and true I feel their breath on my neck Stuck in my mind, like glue But they breathe From inside, from inside!! And I don't know how to stop