laws that i create
and space overcame
the spottish help of Scottish fellows
that screams danger
and i still proceed
with caution to the wind
i walk on harms way
waiting to embrace the sharp embers of a furnace made with steel
of fairytale dinners in hell
and fatigued fluttered strongmen
bound by vain skinless hounds

songs that i write
with rhythms misplaced
moves the devil to dance
as i pine for all i want
the harmless danger i breathe
of harmful sour cream
i mix wheat with vinegar
and smile as i eat
as that weird stinging pain
stabbed my heart of all its might
with the help i freely gave,
withered me just before me

lines that i sketch
lead me to doom
helping vain and pain go through
wanting harm that looms abroad
withered  hands i dare not stretch
moving pains now bang my head
searching for my muse, that i might never find