Madness

There is something in my mind,
that against injustice and pain grind
my thoughts into utter confusion,
with battered cries and shattered illusion.

Why does it thus impale my heart,
my mind in utter chaos that no map can chart?
Darkness looms with every fearful minute,
how i cringe with fright and defeat!

There seems no way to dislodge it from myself,
can one deny what is part of oneself?
Like a parasite it will continue to feed,
until nothing left but a spiritless husk shall it finish its deed.

11 April 2006

Going to die for tomorrow's paper 3.