The Ostracized Romantic

Fuck my psyche with music,
And let me bleed ripened emotion,

I'll scream apart the clouds,
Until my breath turns to smoke,

Watch me crack the sanguine hearts,
Of a crying flock of crows,

Watch me smile at the umbrage
From the tree of lovers and laughs

I'll gladly break my hands,
With wooden blocks of jealousy,

No one will sit atop of my flaming posture,
And I will stare into the pit of whimsy and peril,

And laugh myself to insanity.