A Constant

There's an itching in my veins,
a sudden lynching in my brain.
A burning in my heart
a loss and disarray.
Coming out to meet my friends
hidden all within the led
hot and pouring through
it's the itching in my veins.

Can you see the nimble way
in which we run away
can you feel the dire needs
often lost inside your head.
Out there beyond the way
we find them lost and bare
coming out of the woodwork
like maggots in her brain.

Complete with a how to
on loosing all your friends,
you can see there is no room for two
it's the last chance we had to bare.
Complete with a how to
on gaining all your weight
it's easy to say that you
would always be there.

There's an itching in my veins
and itching in my head.
There's loss of everything,
a cross of shades and stares.
Complete with your own how to
on creeping out the mare
it's not easy to stay true
when your soul is lost
a stray.