another day of torment

another day another scream
more rivers of hurt than i can handle
and to try to understand why only
lands me in the boiling lava waiting
just waiting to break the stick
and pour out onto everyone
all i need is a moment of peace
will i get it... probably not whats life
with no drama.
the lava waits just below recognition
it just sits laughing waiting in the torment
for it know IT will come its a matter of time
time cant heal this wound for its on my soul
the screams cant leave their shouldered embrace
no matter how deep the cut it just festers
and gets worse and worse
it relish happiness but the lava radiates
false hopes and lies as everyone around it dies
the screams are strength as everyone hates
but its only a matter of when not if it
the WILL spill over that stick and break it until theres
nothing left to ruin once it starts
it will be like a train with no breaks
with no spiderman to save it