The madness, the darkness has come seeping in, once again I am burdened with my sin, The thoughts, they swirl in a crazed tempo, beating against my skull with the desperate fury of a dying heart.
I am drowning under a tide of pensive dispair, Struggling to even gasp for air, Oh! I lament my own awareness, my jealousy is reserved for the blind.
Surely, I must be mad! How could I not be with such anguish I am clad, One true question remains. Will I fade, implode, or explode with such force as to devastate my own?
Run! My darkness is no longer a flame lazing, but an inferno blazing, We all have our afflictions, mine is thought.