Electric state of Mind

When that connector flips

And that unknown

Battery hidden in your brain

Turns on:

Blood becomes charged

And a rush of energy runs through

Voltiac veins that lace your body.

A new kind of electrolyte

Floods the brain.

.

.

You feel a rush of delicious

Passion. Lust. Rage. Ego.

Intoxicated by the vibrations

of static rhythm

Dancing to a tempo that

Only you can hear.

You’re too dazzled and

Blinded by your own brilliance

To notice the damage done

With your sparks:

The painful shocks you give to

Those around you.

.

.

Suddenly the energy becomes too much

Your wiring becomes faulty

And you’re spreading fires

Leaving destruction at your wake.

Sensory overload burning

Blinding rationale

Rupturing coherency,

Erasing the necessary darkness

That cloaks the thoughts

That shouldn’t be thought,

Let alone believed.

.

.

The fuse eventually

Is burnt to a crisp

And your brain,

Like a magnet

Switches to the negative.

Like a flash of Lightening

That precedes the storm.