Sometimes the expectation of the storm
Is worse than the actual storm

Some will never be content to listen to the music Written by another’s hand
Conceived from another’s mind
Some have an impulse akin to insanity
The urge to create
To produce something organic, original
And through madness and sorrow and ecstasy
must write their own music

How often genius is overlooked
Even mocked
Scoffed at
Ignored
Until it produces something extraordinary
Groundbreaking
World changing
Then everyone claims they knew all along
Claimed they were always in with the person who was mocked
The person who is a cold, quiet mountain externally
But bursting inside with brilliance

This pain crushes me
With density like a black hole
I’m ****** into bottomless space
Gravity crushes the light out of my soul
I slip into shadow
The blackness which absorbs the light
I am the deep reaching out
The all consuming night
The thunder, the forewarning
the fire burning in the soul
The magma beneath the earth
Sorrow turned to fury. Agony to inferno

Drunk on revenge
A wine colored blackish red
I stained my lips and drank deep
And made sure you stayed dead

In a world of perpetual victims
Dare to be a champion

Beautifully obsessed
Dancing on the fine line
Between visionary and delusional
Insanity and ingenious