By Mark A Leon 

An addiction to breathe 
An urge to sing 
A rush of the heart 
A preemptive start 

Thoughts racing faster than the speed of light 
Can't stop the soul 
Can't slow down the fight 

Beating faster 
A cigarette to calm the nerves 
Turn the page
Flaubert or perhaps Dickens 
Oh, the classics they still inspire 

The romantics 
Those tragic fools 
They promised us love with each passing generation 
A comedic twist to the greater truth 

Feed the addiction with the liquid fuel 
Sizzling and free 
Giggling with glee 
Dark and rich 
Thick and strong 
Powerful, yet light as the wind 

A penetrating force imprisoning us all 
A mental chain suffocating our liberalism 
Ironic twist like a rose with millions of thorns 

Excuse me beautiful maiden catering to my needs 
May you be so kind to ask the devil behind the counter for another?
She abilges 
A waitress born from the heathens 
A kind eyes
Secret smile 
She brings another 

The clouds part
The fiery ball in the cosmos reigns it's perfectly measured burning heat
Don't wake me from this caffeinated dream