* An original poem, inspired by stress from exams *------------------------------------------
This is madness.
Where the world turns from a place of living, to an endless black pit that swirls and drinks up the human mind.
Where thoughts gurgle and drown in an unknown abyss.
Where an individual feels isolated and alienated due to their distorted perceptions on reality.
Where the world turns from a place of living, to an endless black pit that swirls and drinks up the human mind.
Where thoughts gurgle and drown in an unknown abyss.
Where an individual feels isolated and alienated due to their distorted perceptions on reality.
This is madness.
Where the mind is merely a ticking bomb ready to explode at any second, spraying shards like falling snow.
Where the mind is merely a ticking bomb ready to explode at any second, spraying shards like falling snow.
Where senses are tampered with and teased.
Where the tongue tickles the flesh, only lingering for a moment, but always enough to leave a scar.
Where the tongue tickles the flesh, only lingering for a moment, but always enough to leave a scar.
This is madness.
Where regrets outstay their welcome, delving into the crevices of the mind.
Where regrets outstay their welcome, delving into the crevices of the mind.
Where everything is expanded with exaggeration.
Where the heart is suffocated by the finest string.
And where madness tips its hat with a cheshire cat grin
And says
"This is madness"
Where the heart is suffocated by the finest string.
And where madness tips its hat with a cheshire cat grin
And says
"This is madness"
* Original image is mine. I created it and Photoshopped it *
This poetic madness becomes you my dear! All the best creative people have been there! And fortunately for posterity are still there!
ReplyDeleteYour lovely image suggests that madness takes away all definition of regular reality, scrambling shape and substance!
Madness is a wonderful rush!