Irritation
Lingers in each season of horror
Through each terrorizing
Taunting and teasing cycle

Slow.
Wavering.
Hours.

The gears maniacally roll
Conjuring the trails
That will never rove again

Bitterness festers
In each newborn scar
Disembarking its hatred
With a sickly smile

And irritation
Soon lives
In all people and places