The Glue

There are times I feel mad,
not mad as in angry,
no, no, mad as in crazy.
The unluckiest sort
of that harsh word.
Fury is present: if only just a tad.

I hate him, or is he me?
He is soft, weak, unworthy
of my name; he forces me to hide.
Why am I cursed with this side?
He lost my touch some time ago,
Oh where, oh where did I go?

He is quite a scary lad,
frightening to all who see.
I cannot restrain my insanity
inside the wavering fort
surrounding my heart's core.
I know he thinks me sad...

Dear Lucy prefers him, so,
I must show her all I know.
She didn't listen, stupid child!
I bet her tongue tastes mild...
Especially the blood that'll be
spooned in my morning tea.

I must admit, Lucy makes me glad,
before her, my heart was lonely.
She makes it easier to flee
from his twisted retorts.
In a way, she makes me less sore.
I need her more than anyone I ever had.

She is the reason for my fury,
all I want is to be set free.
Baker is a sickening kind
of lass whose lies you can find
beneath ribbons with which she,
the criminal, ties up the heart of me.

There is a crater shaded blue
dividing our natures, to
which the reason neither has a clue.
It started when that bullet flew...
We are a heart split in two,
and Lucy Baker is the glue.