Duplicate that hardened flow of hate
which wrestles inside our hearts-
where blood will pump and agitate
those impulses which never stop.
Find wisdom in the madness shared
the endless beat of noise against-
where blood will pump and glare
these impulses which hit intense.
Jump the hoops and tangled webs
that wash across our veins-
where blood will pump and slowly ebb,
these impulses aren’t all sane.
Damn each fellow man beneath a river of coal,
driven by demons he’s never met-
who haunt him during times of hope,
scald his soul despite the snow.
To Ink - a blog from Melting Neurons 