Megalomania

A soundless mind, where not even echoes reside, resonating the same sad word repeatedly, goodbye. But where's the good in abandoning a lifetime's dreams, only to be replaced with muted internal screams. Heart beats intercepted, drummed by a one-man army, the constant pound familiar now, the effect almost calming. Pray for megalomania, taste the victory on my tongue, my crawl and climb for power, I fear, has only just begun. Patiently wait for seraphic bliss to consume the spitted hatred, a fierce battle will commence, a promise of wasted blood. This goodbye is not good, it drips acid and malice, odium, bad-bye, hate-bye, the goodness has been outdone. Jodie Williams 17 Aug 2011