Within my heart there churns turmoil
Too thick and oily to turn pure.
And within my soul there burnt a light
That faded into darkness unsure.
Yet in despair there is a twinkling
That lightens my frown-ruined face.
Insanity’s my plight, my life is hurried
And screw that drummer and his pace!!
I’ll laugh and cry and sigh and faint
All emotions, I know no difference.
I’ll scream and whisper and love and hate
And weep at pomp and circumstance.
My heart’s motored more than 3,000 miles
It’s time that black crude gets changed.
My blood, once pure, has spoiled and festered
Don’t let the smile convince you of an attitude’s rearrange.
I am not a happy person
I hate those who freely smile.
I am a black beast of heavy burden
I am turbulent yet docile.
