Mad Method

Fierce is the grip on reality to slip as on my last sip begin I do a trip. A place inside it, in my mind I sit, offers a candle lit aboard this ship. Steer it I control my fleeting soul on board I patrol as reality unfolds. Grasping I clinch my gut wrenched please…

Flames Ablaze

I set aflame wild dreams I compile in my mind while for them I smile. When I do linger, as if a lofty singer, in desire’s integer I give it the finger. Born of fire made, sent there is grave a condition behave I do as if its slave. Such a sight I see on…