Kissed by chaos
touched by the Muse’s hand
penned by blood
stained by the red
exploding into my own head.
Reaping the rhythms of un-danceable music
the blues hits me like a strained guitar
I travel the world but the sun is my star
gravelly graveyards aren’t too far
for me to reference
angelic heart
devilish choice
the voice of mad man
the characterisation of life lived to full.
The terrible blank page
this is the war I rage.
A glass half full
is life lived in regret.
I want the hourglass to empty
The sands of time
I want to understand…