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The Madness of the Mind Re-Visited
Today I wrestled with the beast. Thought of suicide And the solitude it would bring. From a window I watched the snow fall And I was envious of its simplicity. How it could make even the ugliest of things look beautiful. I prayed to the Gods and asked them if they could make this madness that Raged and burned inside me beautiful too? I wanted the darkness that fills my soul to shine on it And to see what would happen. But the silent screams inside my head deafened me into submission. And so I turned away. Broken. Alone. Empty. Tonight I will dream with the angels And hope the beast spares at least a little flesh when I wake. I have swallowed enough medication to numb ten elephants, But the pain still finds a way to kick me in the balls; To bring me to my knees. To squeeze the last bit of life out of this wretched, tortured body. The snowflakes fall a little thicker now, The madness a little darker. And I wait, Silently For the next wave of despair to wash over me…
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