Natives of Wild Night

Radical

Electric slithering

Lizards and snakes

Evolving desires for wholesome endings

Stories need speakers

And tellers to pass

On the description 

Of this strange land

That only those cursed 

With the warped, witty, writing, difficult, lonely brain can know

In the passing of hours

We grow stronger, stranger

Each sentence becomes a revolution

Quick paced

Sickly, even when I am clear headed

Insanity is perfect

I fall off the waterfall

It is seven miles long

It splatters me 

It spatters my dreams across the board

Faded

Every corner of my overflowing mind

Fight against your downward spiral

Never knew you could

Shoot right through me

An injection with no needle

Just a little breath of you

A poet of the farthest realm

A dreamer on a constant quest

For anything beyond what we already know

Refine waves of secret pages within mine

Scribble on the wall

The ancient scriptures of my tribe

My language

Will never be forgotten

Aliens will take our planet by storm

The storm will be one to rival all

The rise and the fall

Will sound off through eternity

History will bow down

People will band together and try

Eventually, if we don't die at the hands of another

We will die at the hands of ourselves