The Electric Chair..

Life was so boring and not strangely so,
Stretching my arm out,i couldn't feel the flow;
Innocence long gone and left behind,
Beauty,what?i was so colour blind!
Standing at the lunatic fair,
Having not a moment to spare,
I had to,and i did dare,
To take my seat at the Electric Chair.

The high voltage serving to blow my fuse,
Now,i had all the time to diffuse!
Dead and devoid of the daily grind,
Laughing at thoughts crossing my mind;
Rekindled by the in-drawn fresh air,
Feeling great,eye-balling more than a scare;
I'm now addicted to the metamorpho-ware,
The throne's all mine-the Electric Chair!