To Be Manic

To Be Manic

Infused with Fire
Licking my brain
Unrelenting and fierce,

What passionate flame
Is this;
 As Irony’s Child–

Was I
Created for Life,
Or born to die?
My hunger creates
To tame this Fire
Keeping my pain
From climbing higher
Spewing my Madness

On paper, 

On keys

A needle thrust in
The pressure to ease
So if my creation
Moves you in part,
Don’t burn yourself
On my Fire in Heart

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