Verge of Tragedy

The pressure building up in blood flow The pushing right behind the eyes Teeth chattering as if the snow blows Emotions over flowing time A stirring pot of plasmic chemicals The nauseous feeling in the gut Fingers are numb and hair is standing The strongest urge to feel the cut Right on the verge of tragedy All senses feel intensity There are no words to start the calming There is no exercise of mind Here's hoping it will let the course flow And dissipate in ample time Loss of control is very frightening All thoughts to how to make this end The wave of heat comes without timing Irritating uninvited friend Right on the verge of tragedy All senses feel intensity Cold sweat and everything goes silent Black spos that cover everything