Manic

**++ Manic ++**
Silently the heart creeps
Silently the heart leaps
Exultation in internal chaos
A war of inner moods
Excitement despair surges black
And always ebb and low tide
The stinking waste exposed
Of carrion picking crows
A murder of them strong
Elsewhere rooks are gathering
Black in form and black in thought
The devil's birds and first to arrive
Before the battle fought
They live to strip the corpses
Bone gatherers on the wing
These beaked monstrosities
No spell there is to ward them off
Of darker sorcery are they
Brought forth by the dark dog
Whose paws in your tracks ever be
These are the harbringers of the dark
The pit into which you inevitably fall
After blues skies and champagne thoughts
Effervescent confection of world's delights
Filled till you can fill yourself no more
When the mood turns dark and sore
Beyond the edge of light
Turn towards pitiless unending night
Away from all true and fair
Into the infernal sink-holes of despair.