Chronicles of the Insane: The Poem

Chronicle of the Insane

This is a chronicle of going insane

this is a story of an exploding brain

you reach the point to where you fall

and hope you explode into nothing at all.

Tie me down, lock me away

cause I'm afraid to see another day

I'm afraid for the sun to rise

to look up and see the clear blue skies.

Cause it will mean that I'm not dead

just existing, sick in the head

and one tiny second will seem like several days

while I am stuck in this cold dark haze.

Its like having one of those fucking dreams

where you try with all your might to fucking scream

and though you stand in the middle of a crowd

and you breathe in deep and you scream so loud.

But no one hears a fucking sound

and you feel that to hell your soul is bound

and the thoughts don't stop, the voices don't cease

and you will never have one moment of feelin' peace.

And you wake up in a cold hot sweat

thinking how much worse can this fucking get

and it does cause now you are fully awake

and you wonder how much more you can really take.