I'll throw a fit!
For the poetry
And I can't sleep,
And these feelings are jumbled!
I'm grieving, mourning,
Like the morose, quiet fox
Stalking the edge of your consciousness...
Twitching with forbidden thoughts,
Touched by the wings
Of a scorching Pheonix.
And even enraged!
Because of this stupid unrequited love!
And borderline insomniac;
The golden eyes of the nocturnal owl.
And no one knows this of hidden world of mine,
Like a supernova in my chest.
Demons, monsters, and angels meet,
Gathered to hear my thoughts and reflections.
This is what I mean when I say that I
Will recite such where the monsters have been...
For these creatures like to trample over
Where my sanity wanes,
And is thin.