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HURRICANE MADNESS


It spins like Katrina in my brain Hurricane madness About to claim Whatever coastline I have left And leave my heart A ravaged beach Planks once piers Leaving remains Piles in cluttered heaps Seagulls flock to scavenge and eat Rotting flesh Winged creeps Lost time Wasted dreams Spent truths That were always lies Wearing simple smiles With glassy eyes I'm a master of desguise There were no tears Only altered fears Swirling counter clockwise No surprise Dizzy is dizzy Regardless of the spin Battles waged While committing sin Three 7's A jackpot Isn't always a win Like battling twins Caged in a womb Meant for one Kill one another Leaving none Stillbirth slips out A mother cries Nine long months Of waddling fat Wasted for that Hurricane Madness Spins Spins Spins Boarded up windows To save shattering glass From spinning with the madness Slashing innocents From the spiraling path Hurricane Madness Leaving a nasty gash Across the faces That are definitely scarred Ravaged Mangled Twisted barbs Wrapped like tentacles Or the duct tape Around the wrists Of a mad mans madness Kidnapped and tortured Raped Eviscerated Pieces cut from pieces Already minced Hurricane Madness Nothing left Except the wince Of the coroner's face As he attempts to stitch The quilted pieces of the Kidnapped wench Raped and ravaged By the madness And it spins Spins Spins Unrelenting winds Hurricane Madness Tossing and flinging Souls cast out To a turbulent sea Lost forever Infinity Hurricane Madness Spins Spins Spins Then the calm Settles in Leaving survivors For some future spin Hurricane Insanity A level 5 Those who survived madness Will perish in the wind Of Hurricane Insanity As they spin Spin Spin Aerial September 18th 2015
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