[ TARANTISM ]

A sudden urge to dance.
A sudden urge to sing.
A sudden urge to fight.
A sudden urge to act.

I draw a whirlwind on my wrist,
a ten tonne twist and flick,
a pencil sharp, and sharpened pen,
I'm hell bound and heaven sent.

A sudden urge to dance.
A sudden urge to sing. 

I need to find more to live for
than a fleeting fight,
a fleeting touch.

I need to find more to live for
than a dance
a truce
or luck.


The End

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