serve and submit, your addicted to it.

Ill try describe the feelings I have
down inside when I am gagged
my heart , it flutters and skips a beat
when i find it hard to breathe.
a deep volcaneo passing time
supprise eruption, was that mine?
pandoras box is open wide
and guess just what i found inside
its sharp and scaled and covered with spines
It slithers inside me, it scratches and grinds
My neck now too, betrays my lies
craveing constriction, hands and ties.
skin is crawling streached and tight
just cut a small window to let in the light