Maniacally,
The days and nights
Bleed together
Into a time frame
The insane
Tap into
That's a lot like infinity.
Vampiracally,
The years of
Infinity
Bleed together
Into an abysmal
Spiral
Of insanity.
Supernaturally,
Are our states of being.
How well
We blend in
With a dismal
Arrangement
Of plain people
In trains,
Checking their wrists
For the time
As they travel
Physically.
Naturally,
The three of us
Are bound to meet
At some point.
Tapping into
Hidden goldmines
Of psychological
Nuggets
That gleam
With prosperity,
As everything
Melts together
Again.
Everything is sacred.
Everything is connected.
Mining
For hidden connections
Ought to excavate
Feelings of wonder.
The caverns filled
With complex crystals
Of energetic
Freethought
Have long been
Paved over
By trains and
Linear brains
Improving on their
Transistors.
Maniacally and
Vampiracally,
The days and nights
Bleed together,
While the world below
Bustles about;
We appear to be
Just like one of them.
We may even check
Our watch.
Our conditions
Are congruent
In that they are
Nothing less than
Supernatural.

Wanting to overpower,
I let loose and do what I feel,
power surging, a wave of euphoria.

But amidst my hand's touch
or the way the blood in you rose,
I felt the cunning,
the bloodlust of temptation running.

I reach over, as if to grasp
air that can't be held.
You flinch, you cower.
And when my hand reaches,
You wither like glitches.

I let loose
of this cannibal within
To touch something,
I thought was mysterious.

But I am merely devouring you.
A maniac on the prowl.

What keeps me up all night
Is my own vivid imagination
Creating swirling embers, smothering smoke
And the bright flashes and crackle of flame

What keeps her up all night
Is she simply cannot sleep
And maybe she can't sleep
Partly because of me

Either way, we are both maniacs
And I know I'm happy to be one

So will you burn the world with me?

Let's see what you've got inside,
I rip you up, open wide!
Let's do some digging, fingers deep within
You think I'm done? Let's begin!

A mirror and a hand
He didn't need a second glance
He lifted it up
Ignoring the small cuts
He smashed himself
He smashed his life
He took a piece up
Ruined his own eye
Screamed like a maniac
Took him to his eye
Blood started dripping
Oh his poor life
Over to the dresser
Over to the pain
He found himself a shaver
A blade for all his rage
A slice for every time he lied
One for all his lonely cries
He slashed and slashed
Left to right
Again and again
Then a time down
To really ease the pain

With manic laughter
He kills and slaughters
Reason, he doesn't need
Bloodthirst, is all he feeds

Raging, through the streets
Killing, whomever he meets
Inhumane, are his deeds
Merciless bloodthirst, he feeds

Once again the moon is covered with shade of blood
Now is his period, the one named Jason Mud
Again, he's out to ****
Quenching eternal bloodthirst, yes he will


|AB|

I search for love
like any maniac would
but when it comes to me,
I turn my back away