Madness
Numb without feeling, I drink down the pain
Silence spills out, like the quiet that follows a rain
Slowly I’m tearing, tear-tearing away
little bit by little bit, coming apart
unable beat it, to keep it at bay
Held captive by the enemy, the enemy inside
You may think I’ve lost it, my mind gone completely
Spinning, spin-spinning slightly faster than most
But more than my mind, it’s my life I hold close
Leaving me here, trapped in my own head
A fate worse than that of ending up dead
All alone I seethe, still painted in your sin
Runaway, run-runaway make your escape
Such is a dangerous game you choose play
But time will give way, as time always does
Now on the outside, that what once was locked in
Set free from these jackets that bind
and soft walls of white they’re in
Chasing, chase-chasing my prey I will find
You’re more savage, more evil than I ever could be
So much uglier than any beast living in me
How I long to Introduce you, to the thing I’ve become
The monster you created to use, just your toy
No longer of need, abandoned tossed aside
Fester, fest-fester emotions grow hot
Still locked in a box, forgotten left to rot
So patiently I’ll wait, just sit bide my time
Worth it, every second each slip of the mind
Ticking, tick-ticking the hours melt away
With the voices building angrier with each passing day
But soon enough I will show you the horrors that await
Then your laughter, laugh-laughter is sure to abate
As your cruel joke comes to a bitter end
moments just moments and then, well…
that’s when the true madness begins
Copyright © Cristy Quinn | Year Posted 2012
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