1The rhythm that runs through my veins

Is inconstant, unnerving and painfully true

I command it to stop but then who am I

A frail voice in the breeze

Whispering nonsense into it’s ears

A soft beat drones on

Following the music in my heart

Some are lulled to sleep by the chant

But it is pointless to try if it runs through your soul

Stabbing pain blows in after the beat

Constant and quick, slowly growing in pace

Some think they know

But I own no pretenses

My mind is still clouded from all that’s around

The more my thoughts drift towards it

The less I understand

It charges straight for me

A simple thought flashes through my head

And is quickly lost again

Why try to fight it

If it can so easily win