Seizure
Recipients of death
Tension in my brain
Begins to strip me of my thoughts
Morbid obscene feelings
I beg for it to stop
My skin is turning pale
My limbs are getting weak
I can't believe that god
Would let this happen to me
Begins to strip me of my thoughts
Morbid obscene feelings
I beg for it to stop
My skin is turning pale
My limbs are getting weak
I can't believe that god
Would let this happen to me
Now my hands are trembling
My flesh is wet and hot
My eyes have rollen back
Into my head were they are stopped
Rage into convulsions
Constriction of the nerves
This painful piercing feeling
Leaving me to burn
Can't believe that god
Would let this happen
Coming to a halt
My pressured brain begins to calm
Muscles ache from straining
Sweat pouring from my palms
My nightmare must have ended
The agony is gone
But the fear I had still lingers of it happening again
Seizure hunting me
Intensive pain and agony
Constricting the shit out of me
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