MEGALOMANIAC
My blood boils and my breath quickens
I need intervention from my addiction,
I now recognize my affliction,
I need love, and adoration from,
Every living, breathing, animal,
To make me feel whole.
The taste in my mouth is so god damn sweet,
can you tell me doctor is there something wrong with me?
I wont rest, and I wont sleep until
they all fall at my feet,
I wont rest and I wont sleep until
Without me,
you cant breathe
So I've fallen in love with my own reflection,
like I've done time, and time again
and gods, punishment for this you see,
is that he only thought to make,
one of me.
So I take my shoes off and lay my head back,
while the devil rolls me another cigarette,
and strokes my head and strokes my back and says
'What a good little megalomaniac, you are"
Bryony Morgan 2009
