Volcanic

Heartburn; sweaty palms and head; veins popping up from great tension; total inside; it is piling and piling up. Lava, a mixture of anger and disgust, sits there and waits, till it comes to a boil. All this pain stirs and stir like a pot of sauce that continues to boil, and then starts to spit at you. From the bottom it is rising; I'm choking. It is suffocating my world; whatever is left. It grows and grows until it reaches the top of my Soul's height and explodes like a suicidal bomber that only explodes him and not others. This is my Soul...An enormous and dangerous volcano that destroys my being, time and time agin. Life is dormant sometimes, when the blood red boiling lava cools down and turns black. At times, when the volcano awakes, I don't know how to cool it down; I guess when someone throws in some cool refreshing waters then I don't suffocate.