I had stepped the footfalls a million times yet never herd them echo as hauntingly as they did at this very moment.
I had gone mad but unlike most I was fully aware of my condition I simply didn't care of it's effect on others.

The streets were empty and my footsteps easily herd for all and not a single soul to give a **** about .
I took the final swig from the pint then threw it against the wall in the alley.

Let them wake for those who sleep are happy to only exist.
Few people ever truly live.
They dream why dream when you can do?

Cowards they all were I feared nothing and didn't allow myself to be shamed into repressing my wants .
A book no matter it's age is simply just that powerless without the reader.

Follow nothing but the whim of your every desire .
I haunted these streets and laughed at the fools I disturbed far to eager to return to the factory then drop dead when they retire .

How I yearned to set them free.
Isn't it funny how reasonable insanity can truly be?