Questioning the mind of the Madman
The mind of the mad man.
Is it swayed by truth or choice.
Does he stand stoic in his world or is it just insecurity.
His thoughts, they darken, through every hour.
In duplicate multiplicity in every dream he weaves.
Dreams become nightmares,in the real world.
In a world where all his blessings, have somehow been mislaid.
He feels minuscule, while in a noisy audience.
He's terrified of commitment and the contentment, which it brings.
In a lovelorn fantasy.
Afraid, to breach decisions that he's already made.
He feels that although they click, to love her back may make him sick.
In realization that he feels real, but he doesn't need a broken heart.
Sits and sobs all alone.
His beautiful fantasy has gone.
She stands in the spotlight.
She's open and kind.
While he deals with his major battles in mind.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 4:03 AM UTC
Questioning the mind of the Madman
The mind of the mad man.
Is it swayed by truth or choice.
Does he stand stoic in his world or is it just insecurity.
His thoughts, they darken, through every hour.
In duplicate multiplicity in every dream he weaves.
Dreams become nightmares,in the real world.
In a world where all his blessings, have somehow been mislaid.
He feels minuscule, while in a noisy audience.
He's terrified of commitment and the contentment, which it brings.
In a lovelorn fantasy.
Afraid, to breach decisions that he's already made.
He feels that although they click, to love her back may make him sick.
In realization that he feels real, but he doesn't need a broken heart.
Sits and sobs all alone.
His beautiful fantasy has gone.
She stands in the spotlight.
She's open and kind.
While he deals with his major battles in mind.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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