Manic

Don’t need pain, don’t need horror.
Yet here I am stuck in between both.
Like a common fool unable to admit defeat-
Never defeat, never no not me
I will prevail in what I know is truth.
The lies, the wenches,
They can’t be bothered to give me the boot-
Out of my mind
So out of time
Can’t even fucking rhyme, in the ways I do to pass time
Just a beat in my head-
Tick tock.
Witch is , is what? A flame
Who is to blame?
The bitch who has no name.
Me dumbass.