Cancer of The Brain

Rising like anger
Burning bright like the sun
And when you’re feeling your best-
You’re taken out back and hung.

What in me let’s me know too quick
What it is I want?
Foraging forever and knowing the one.

I beg for cosmic mercy
Torn by what I feel inside
I was born this needy demon
Whoever told you there was a god, lied.

I beg for death
And picture it in my mind
So viscerally vivid
Things that some pass by.

I picture car wrecks I saw in the past
And apply them to the streets
Reliving their last
In one trillion frames at once.

It’s part of all artists
At times, to go insane
I live life the same as anyone, struggling,
Maybe I’ve got cancer of the brain.

Or maybe I can’t release
The tortured moments of my life
I have been fighting forever,
For what I know to be right.

So to conclude: there is no point
To living each day the same
Don’t love or think of love
Or you’ll get cancer of the brain.