if the last became first

the maddening

it was

with me

always

i was borne

with a dead bomb

inside my chest

they called it

a heart

it was made

of metal

all the elements

and i oft’

wondered if

i even had

a soul

i ran forwards

backwards

in between

forever

stuck in time

my maddening crowd

and i

ran through that

deadened night

shrieking

sorrow

pain

screaming

rage

shuddering at

that unknown

light.

i woke sweetened

died

burnt alive

shot

dead on delivery

they said

don’t you know

that madness?

the maddening crowd

would tear

shred

eat their love

alive

rot its

flesh

tear it

asunder

before they would

let me leave.

yet

here i sit

here i stand

alone

in the light.

the maddening

may be with me

always

i may dance

in the dark

the dead of night

in houses of mourning

and morn

or perhaps breathe

pray in it all

with them

but it seems

we…

the maddening crowd

cries out for blood

from its king

from me

but i have

no more

to give.

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