fluctuate.

fluctuate.
the ground is jumping and a sickly ringing
just by the temples I clutch my fists and try
to scream my stomach twist itself and I begin to
drool temperate coffe down my cheeks,
my eyes rolls it feels as though my head'll explode
just before I throw up I shit my pants and miserable
hours results in a pool of guts on the floor,
I can't take much.
eating grass and stinking piss.
my food's alive, green forests and rot, rats play in
the kitchen the children play with needles
I bleed from my nose and cough up dust.
fluctuate.