Every word I write is a splatter of grey matter
Blew my brain out on the page
Blows my mind how each word flows when it’s dripping from my veins
The little tiny deaths I die with each breath I take
I stop and look and make a better world
Like gears shifting into place
As I forge ahead of the curve
At great lengths and at great speed
I take what I can get
But I don’t want what I need
The obsessed and the addicted
Never sure if we’re afflicted
Or the only sane ones left inside the room