Rush--burning
the sound of the cells in my Head.
each cell cage to a mad Thought
at least I thought it was
Madness, what is Sane?
In sane thoughts the Lunacy begins,
where does it end, the Moon?
but the Fault's not in the Stars
but our Selves are Gone
and nothing's Left
and Nothing is Everything
till all We are is nothing
and the when All is gone
everything Burns
and is Extinguished
by the Burning Brand
of This Euphoria
