The Malkavian Part 1 Perfect Version

His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented Drained and defeated, his family finally retreated Leaving him believing that he was beyond redeeming The doctors sent in spoke of hope and healing The drugs they administered only made him more demented Cemented is the feeling that his life is just an echo Of an endless, timeless, all-consuming screaming His best friend is a disproportioned bird, appropriately named buddy Whose monotonous motion in drinking is somewhat soothing to his being Though not potent enough to stop, the persistent pounding of the screaming Often he stares into the emptiness of nothingness, contemplating the beauty of its existence Only to find his mind is drowning in a confounding conundrum he can’t quite define It’s hard to be philosophical when your mental testicles have fallen to the proper level So sometimes he whispers tongue twisters until his brain blisters Madmen mask madness in the meticulous mastery of mindless tasks Buddy was telling a troubling tale, of a dragon drunk off of some dwarven ale Who through two days, threw up flames and burnt down the tavern and town When the door to his room opened with a plume of plum perfume In stepped an inept and unkempt nurse named Nancy Her green eyes and fiery red hair caused his heart to flutter and flair with fancy She had quite the quiet voice and was quick to trip over her own two feet A bit naïve, she would easily believe anything she had heard or seen He knew he would make her his, no matter the time nor energy It was easy for him to pretend to be prim and proper Just a mask to don in order to dupe his doctor Circumventing the system that couldn’t save him He was as he always had been and would be In constant pain and agony with no desire for sympathy Just in need of some freedom from his prison and medication Meditation and mantras had given him the sentiment of a design On how to inhibit the screaming, and maybe even end it Four years plotting and planning the perfect moment of promise A fire formed from a single flamed fueled from an accelerant It raced through the halls, up the walls, over the ceiling, killing all the residents Eighty-eight inmates and staff burned alive in what felt like an instant Such little time to search through the bodies, looking for a single person He found her on the fourth clinging to the bathroom faucet He lost his virginity to the burnt corpse of Nurse Nancy To his amazed mind, he was astonished to find, the screaming was silenced just a note I cannot reduce the font so the lines fit without overlapping as they do in stanza two