Sidney

The quietest friend
2002-03-16 16:59:57 (UTC)

MADNESS II

From the day I was born
I've been fighting it
remaining free from it's grip.

Hearing it whisper
to me
So softly calling my name.

Madness
wants to possess me
make itself my home.

Taking my mind
my body
my soul.

Running
Running
Running
forever and a day.

Afraid to rest
afraid to relinquish
unsure that I can live this way.

Now the voice grows louder
I feel it closing in
it's breath
hot and fetid

Possession at hand?

My self worth
questioned
does not really exist.

I am alone
Madness at hand.

A life spent fighting
all for nothing.

I exist within it's fists
Madness
Madness
Madness

I swear I never wanted it to be...
Like this.




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