my sadness is high when i remember.
the things i know, knew and people that have hurt me, the things that raise my hair on my neck when i unintensionaly glimmer a recallections of them.
i remember how this makes me more the man I am today, it makes me more aware of whats out there. These things have torn each layer of dignity of human existance. I hurt each time i see them pass me in my mind.
they escape from my darkest place, behind many closed doors, in my labyrinth of pain and misfortune and hunt me down.
my madness posseses me and I turn to the silence of night, to rid me of my existance.my madness howls at my back it snaps at my back- as I run away from it, my heels bleed so incomplete.
I see it sometimes, my madness – it confronts me to my face. its deathly opaque glassy eyes stream into mine, terrible disfigured quontortionist stared at me so slowly and i see it holding back intensly and it speaks slowly into my face of the terrors we both know – it reminds me of the stories i want to forget. it hurts these time of unlikable collaboration. sometimes it screams its visions into my eyes and I see the feelings that pulsate through my mind.
my madness tends to visit me more now, i’m seeing my madness now, I see it in the vastness, comin once again to me to remind me of what i’ve felt before, that which i choose not to feel anymore.