The Malkavian..Part 1

The Malkavian..Part 1 His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented His family, drained and defeated, finally retreated Leaving him believing that he was beyond redeeming The doctors sent in talked of hope and healing The drugs administered only made him more demented Cementing the feeling, that his life is just an echo Of the endless, timeless, all consuming screaming His best friend is a dis-proportioned bird appropriately named Buddy Who’s monotonous motion in drinking is somewhat soothing to his being Though not potent enough to stop the persistent pounding of the screaming Often he stared 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 haven’t dropped to the appropriate level So sometimes he whispers tongue twisters until his brain blisters Madmen mask madness in mindless task of mass mayhem 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’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 prisons and medications Meditations and mantras had given him a sentiment of a design On how to inhibit the screaming and maybe even end it \ Four years preparing and plotting the perfect moment of promise A fire formed from a single flame fueled by an accelerant Raced through the halls up the walls and killed all the residents Eighty-eight inmates and staff burned alive in what seemed like and instant Such little time to search through the bodies looking for a single person He found her on the fourth floor clinging to the bathroom faucet He lost his virginity to the burnt corpse of nurse Denise And to his amazed mind he was astonished to find the screaming was silenced