Andrew Hinton (1993 / Massachusetts)
Burning, its burning in my brain.
Beliefs don’t help, my thoughts are vain.
Pressure pushing in all my veins,
Muscles taunt like a wild horse's reigns.
Desires overwhelming I shouldn't fulfill,
How I wish there was a cure, a pill.
Actions and fulfilling my cravings,
I know wont cease this madman's ravings.
A nebula of peace after a nova of rage,
Peace and relaxation, accepting this cage.
Gripping the iron and seeing the stars,
Accepting the life that my madness mars.
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