Maniac
A maniac drummer
Beats through the chest
A rhythm unheard of
With which I’ve been blessed
Shots of adrenaline
Tickle the brain
Our one more chance
To go completely insane
The mind going numb
In the madness of night
In the midst of it all
There’s love at first sight
A dark, tempting flower
Blossoms black in the nox
No attention is paid
To the tock of the clock
Newborn ideas
Sprout from minds of the mad
Betwixt insane and sensible
Doors between the good and the bad
Soul and mind are demented
Inhibitions are shed
Brainsick and unhinged
Real life is dead
Impractical imprints
Unbalanced and sick
Infatuated with pain
As this time bomb ticks…
Copyright © Alex Brown | Year Posted 2010
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