Madness in the Mind

Music beats in the midnight silence.

I should be sleeping, but sleep is far off.

A thousand thoughts per passing minute;

A trillion miles racing by without stopping.

Sometimes there are calm, placid moments

Before the wildness grows stronger,

And I can breathe deeply and feel comforted

By the reminder that not all is filled with silent ire. 

Yet the peace is always ended prematurely

So the hungering monsters can hunt again.

Wreaking death, tearing worth apart savagely

Feeding on the insanity, the tears, and pain.

 The words written by other artists in madness

Are a tether in this shifting, twisting world.

I'm addicted to the creative chaos.

Writing my own songs, devouring lore,

Trying to satisfy the stalkers: memories in my shadow,

But, they crave powerfully, more, and more.

Cornered is my current position now;

Fighting for a victory of deep rest.

Sighing, I see that triumph won't appear tonight

And grab a CD to play, the group I love best.

So they can drown the shouting, as I decay inside.