Snaps

The twisting and turning, space and time.
My head about to explode, pulling my spirit from my body.

I feel it twist through the synapses, along the serotonin levels of time
to begin to make me "Normal" The label I heave been given.
Electric shocks, bolts of lightning from my brain, fire rapidly.

A pain and despair I cannot help. For fire lights my spirit, and electric is my sword.
Remove from me this crown of hate for it binds in the lightning, and may not strike, but only myself.
I am one.

A synapse.