Delusions of Peace

Scream louder in the brain, Work hard to deaden the pain... The gnawing at the roots... The scratching noises take me to the lost sanity that will never gain victory again, Sanity? Victory? I scoff... In the mirror upon the wall, up the stairs down the hall, Images past I see... fading, fading... slowly... I see a man I never knew. Deep inside are cries of muffled sorrow. The hurts of being lost with out direction, Hope... again I scoff... The darkness filtered from disgust and disbelief is no longer diluted with dust particles of light, But the density is pure... Pure darkness that not only reaches deep into the heart but engulfs the madness, The madness that I call myself. There has never been peace in this madness, Only delusions of happiness that seem to twist any reality into unrecognizable fate. A direction that spirals with the darkness and has the funnelled power of a twister, Bringing destruction in its path... Yet, in the midst of the delusion a small spark of curiosity catches the eye, And for a brief moment... As in the eye of the storm... By Pernell Rodocker