Larger than a physical presence 

Self is a writer, fighter, rioter

Focus on darkening the brighter

Staring into nothing, everything is something 

Changing, burning, building, synapses be erupting

Pushing, moving, changing, motivation is the cutting

Everything is shifting

There’s beauty in wilting

Without madness, artistry is missing

Think about it, dying is living

A passionate arsonist of the narrative 

Keeping captive the chaotic wonder of the inner kid

Conscious constant resting on the ceiling in the twist

Be wary when speaking to the monster bubbling under the lid