Drug of Immortality

Euphoria comes when the tip of the pen touches the sheet

then the subconscious mind takes over.

Words, lyrics, verses coming out of nowhere

like waves crashing, coming and calling

Nothing makes sense, everything makes sense

A series of paradox bursting, seemingly unstoppable.

A writer breaks into the chaos of the innate world

feeling immortal, invulnerable, infinite

Time ceases to exist

Nothing is as it seems, everything is as it seems

Here in the out worldly feeling he creates

From the depths of the emotions

aesthetic words unfold, uncurl

leaving behind the barriers of the mind

Nothing matters, everything matters

As the words are written

Words that can never be told

You fell in love with it anyway

Nothing a bruised hand can stop