A Sour Squeeze Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A please pleasantly begging inside a hole of slowly dieing tree.
A memory screaming in a far off star.
The pain so feint it becomes part environment.
Drift among the window of clouds.
Hidden among the jungle shroud.
Pull it up and it gets so loud.
The heart pounds, and once again we can all hear those sounds.
Deafening to all senses.
A washing over in a ocean of water.
The body hyper tensing.
Constricting in the arms of some great snake.
Bugs crawling up and inside the spine.
These feelings are sometimes so hard to describe.
Moving like a mime.
A voice choking on some lime.
A sour squeeze if you may if you please.