3 September 2012
My shaking hands fly to my face, In utter terror and disgrace, I'm burning up and glowing red, I try to turn and hide my head.
My legs stand, rooted, to the floor, I don't feel I can take much more, I want to slip away and hide, Within the currents of the tide.
My mouth turns dry, my ears flush pink, My mind reveals all that I think, I start to breath just like a dog, And, then, my arms move like a cog.
I try to cry out through my mind, To yell at them to stop this time, But, all the words my mouth will know are, "Sa-sa-ja-ja-bu-bu-ko."
Red • Opuss № I