My Brain is boundless
It's easy to get lost there.
My Thoughts are an endless storm
It's effortless to see unclear.
My Emotions wax and wane like waves
I wonder which it'll be today?
The Masses are unbeknown to what's brewing
I'm imploding, I wonder if the supernova will have influence?
Outwardly gifted only means the inside is cursed.
The thoughts get so loud, my brain starts to hurt.
So I drink to quite the storm, preying the next sip will work.
With the waning of the waves comes back the pain.
So I get so damn high that I lose touch with sane.
When I finally come down, it's back to the masses and my brain.
So I become cold and numb, hoping I'll feel nothing.
But boundless is inescapable, and the cycle starts again.