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Diary of a Madman
by Kalikala SmithI'm falling
life is pulling me down.
I can't help it.
I try to stay afloat,
for sanity's sake,
but gravity... my concious,
weighting me down
down
down
down...
I scream,
loud, insane,
(NO ONE COME NEAR ME).
I fall.
The calmness, the quiet,
reality takes a new shape.
I see nothing but everything
in different varieties.
I TAKE ON A NEW IDENTITY.
SCARED, SHAKEN, SHOCKED
(calm down...)
VOICES TOWER ABOVE ME
HANDS REACH OUT
(NO ONE COME NEAR ME)
CONFUSION SETS IN AND AND
I AM DRAWN TO THE FLOOR.
I can't believe that
the sand came so close
to killing us both.
I have a tendency to
murder.
It's a sick feeling.
I'm sorry I felt it.
Rage is delicate,
boundaries thin.
Motive: stage fright.
Couldn't count on yesterday's
awakeness.
Problematic sometimes.
Fields penetrated with copper
sing too much.
Too loud, too knowing.
It sees what I think
and I hate them for it.
Motive: rage... leads to
HATE, MURDER, SELF-DESTRUCTION.
life can go on now, we've established enough.
01/30/2001 Author's Note: well... goodness... i just found out that this title is that of an Ozzy Osbourne song... doesn't that just figure;)
Posted on 03/24/2003
Copyright © 2024 Kalikala Smith
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