That feeling

And now it starts to seep in again,
It’s that moment that, I eat the words that I’ve spat back, in front of my feelings, (everything in between) where the mood won’t release the swell;[when you’d just wanna do; to much] when the tension, just can’t stay, where your naturally, placement has placed it.
It’s no verge,/as if you could ease into a final test\ but your mood,
   It’s not[any Action to take] its seems like the non-action, becomes, that place which even more the place we try to restrain from,/even when something isn’t something; so you might undoubting know how this scene could end.