Without a Doubt

My mouth has so much to speak,
Shall I unleash the caged words?

To speak on awoken dreams and failed memories.
Haunting thoughts which may actually be much more horror-filled than volumes of Goosebumps.
R. L Stein's mind can't hold a candle.

Feelings, vibes and 'things' of abstract nature
That consume your entire being
When you wander into the depths of your mind.
Oh, dear, I'm feeling them feels right now.
It's overwhelming.

The cold seeping into my veins
Yet, frustrated am I and boiling inside.
I see red.
The red is the pent-up anger,
And it evolves into an ache that attacks my lower spine.
And then, my heart.

Nevertheless,
I feel blue,
Blue from all the torture my brain, my soul
Is going through.