My heart ran rampage
and my mind a stampede in hopes of catching up.
The irony was that my rib, a cage that failed to tame my wild heart.
My mind pulpitated while my heart fought a psychotic breakdown,
how could this be?
You don't hold my hand tight enough anymore,
don't you love me anymore?
I drank from your cup and now i can't think straight.
You are my libation!