Stop, just fucking, stop. I’ve woken up this morning my entire head filled with words. Just there swimming around, constantly, screaming at me with excitement ‘Write me write me!’ So many choices, what should I write? The succubus that explores the dark night? or the devil that intoxicates its prey? so many things I want to say! The danger of life and the passion it gives, to the people that promise that this life they will live. And karma is knocking, it’s calling my name and screaming it’s time to treat people the same, but i’m reminded as always that life isn’t a game. And my feathers are falling and new ones do grow, they’re growing back black, now wouldn’t you know. So shall I write of the fight, when the devil dances with God, hand in hand they create a simple element of fate. The suns pouring down and sky is so blue, and my thoughts wander to what is to be you, I missed you at times, but I knew you were there, friends, they do always care. Then i’m back there again with your words in my head, could it be that I could take him to bed? And I wonder what it is that intoxicates the soul, and whether it’s right to make it my goal. Still the words come and my heads feeling numb, the fever is here and tiredness is near. I’ve so much to do, choices to choose and I wonder can I break those cardinal rules. There is something that is, something that should, and still i’m wondering whether I could. No miles between, the risk to be seen, but oh I do wonder what you’d be like between. The words are still swimming, they’re calling my name, telling me now that I am one and the same. I put them page in an sensual rage, they fall from my fingers and yet still some of them linger. There’s no structure to this, like a move-able kiss because really it’s just an abandonment list. As man flu ravages my mind leaving me feeling so very blind, the words are all there, but I don’t fucking care! I just want to sleep so fucking deep, so I spill out my thoughts my passion and shit cos these fucking things in my head they just do not fit! My head is sore sore and my throats out to kill, and yes I have taking a small fucking pill still it burns on heating me up, fuck off cold i’ve had enough!! But still I see my inner voice has come back, for a moment there I thought I had given it the sack! These are my thoughts all in a flow, they rhyme oh I know! Cos I think in a beat that is a beautiful treat, in a constant hum of lullaby rum, dear fucking god I feel numb!!! So there you go page, you have my passion and rage, so please now thoughts, concepts and all, hush my dear baby please let me fall. I don’t ask it much, and in me you can trust, let me fall to the floor let me crumble apart, after some sleep then again we can start!