Chest burning.
Head whirling.
Veins bulging.
My chest is a thermal playground where stars mingle to see who burns the hottest the most ferocious.
My head is a stage where demons demonstrate there evils, and boast of their vile acts.
I am forced to watch, by there ringleader. Myself.
My veins are a pathway for a poison, the most toxic poison of all.
Life.
I need the antidote.

blake graves

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-boil/