disturbed brain

the pulse is coming again
whether i try to stop it or not
it will keep coming to me
each time i hold my thoughts
trying to stop the trend
it just won't stop alone
slowly it gets faster
then it starts throbbing
the panic sets in eventually
then the look of crase is there
not my fault, it isn't
but when you are not right
no matter the plight day or night
my heart may be trying
but my mind is not there
balance turned to chaos
chaos turns to strife
strength may come eventually
but the day right here pain
if only the body would hold my strain
of one messed up little brain
that will never be truly sane.
am i the one to blame?
then it's all my shame

End