Insulate

The Heat keeps growing
no signs of slowing
so I am going
where there is comfort
as my skin starts to hurt
bubbling scars and worts
my god how I hate

The Heat grows even more
getting harder to ignore
how I long for
cotton to surround me
soothes around me
by the zounds of
all of those who berate

The Heat burns hotter
boils this water
that I've fought over
fans continue to spin
not playing is how you win
but I'm safe within
these walls I insulate

These words I insulate
These offenses I immolate
This heat I hate

The Heat keeps brewing
churning and stewing
no signs of cooling
where there was progress
has burned I digress
at the peak of it's distress
oh how much I hate

The Heat hungers
to burn asunder
all beliefs as I'm under
safe spaces inside of me
deciding to flee
until I'm freed
from all this berate

The Heat begs for more
embers have in store
more pain for poor
little souls
I have no control
so I console
in these walls I insulate

These words I insulate
These offenses I immolate
This Heat I hate
These feelings I iterate
These ideals I debate
This Critique I hate

This Heat....
I must insulate...
This Heat....
I must insulate...
This Heat KEEPS GROWING
NO SIGNS OF SLOWING
SO I KEEP GOING
TO THESE WALLS I'VE INSULATED
This Heat BURNS
A BASIC INSTINCT TO CHURN
AND WHAT I'VE LEARNED
IS TO TURN TAIL FROM BEING BERATED
This Heat KILLS
ALL THESE FEELINGS I'VE CHILLED
SO FRAGILE AND DISTILLED
ALL THIS CRITIQUE I HAVE HATED!

THESE WORDS I INSULATE!
THESE OFFENSES I IMMOLATE!
THIS HEAT I FUCKING HATE!
THESE FEELINGS I ITERATE!
THESE IDEALS I DEBATE!
THIS CRITIQUE I FUCKING HATE!

FOUR WALLS AND A CEILING
PROTECT ME FROM ALL
THE FEELINGS I HATE
CONCRETE AND COTTON
COMPLETE MY ROTTEN
EXISTENCE I INSULATE
THESE WORDS
THAT HAVE MADE TO HURT ME
THESE OFFENSES
BRING OUT THE WORST IN ME
THIS HEAT
THIS FUCKING HEAT
I FUCKING HATE
ME FOR IT.