crimsin in retrograde

 
little pulses of light escape me
dazzling orbs full of power and energry
in sync with the universe, I glow
twirling, expanding, reaching
with the ability to move
 
I'm in retrograde now
and appear less brilliant
this is the painful bit of my hazy manic state
I burn bright then burn out
a star collapsing in on its self
 
a black hole pulling everything to it
all consuming with a hunger to fill a void
I need, I need. I need
 
volatile...a destructive force of nature
imploding taking weaker stars with me
bending time, causing temporal shifts
set into motion by a madman
or so it would seem
 
until I swirl, dip and with my stories
transport us to another dimension
where all my insanity makes sense