an addiction with this piece of paper my mind toiling as ink fly like feathers a lost attraction to the time etched so thin as words began to bleed from wells deep within
why is it that I cannot go to sleep as phrases of day's wight whispers in my brain I possibly cannot shut the voices out too steep as eyes see transfixed to the matrix of veins
inky black scrawls, trailing the sheetย ย filled with idiocy, catastrophe pumped in trains an anarchy implemented like bipolar sleet as I cannot possibly decide which terrain to eat
so many possibilities edged on pointed ends stick me with the blunted ends so I won't bleed so much as words fly shapeless as such
I am an addict to lunacy of words cannot possibly retain all my thoughts in one suchย ย designated, captivated skull a contemplative headcase, basket case caskets crazy and full