Boiling Point

One hundred degrees I have now reached
It is the peak, mount everest, cherry at the top
Progression, repression, obsession, aggression
A glass filled now, overspilling, the tap running

Heavy skin is tearing, thoughts slowly wearing
Heavy bones, thirty stone, feet dragging, mind tiring
Keep my head down low, weighted like a balloon
Filled with air, slowly increasing, stretching under pressure

The consequence of the sixth, that day
So simple, so common, it's effect is astounding
Sudden high to a low has damaged my soul
Frustration, need release, something stuck inside
Beneath the skin, like a worm it travels
Infection in myself without a noticeable cure