Am I Still Dark?

I think you see my flow has changed.
Isn't everything a little strange?
Can you tell I'm still deranged?

Where's the dark metaphors?
What about a reference to a whore?
Am I dark anymore?

The latest poems are about how I think,
but do you know I'll still sink
you to the bottom of an unfrozen rink?

Oh No Run away!
Crazy's back, she's here to stay!
She's come to play another day.

Sorry all who breathe a sigh.
Relief is gone, say bye-bye.
Do you still want my dark rhymes?