Everybody needs to break down now and then... Even if it hurts like hell...
It makes me feel weak... I hate it too.
Beg for a surcease. whatever form it takes.
Unfortunately there never is though, because we just hide it, it doesn't go away, just breaks out
sometimes.
And the rest of the time it's just hiding and waiting.
Biding its' time, to attack when you're at your lowest.
And most vulnerable.
Ready to kick you down when your'e down.
And stab you in the heart.
Till you're bleeding pain and hurt and tears.
And screaming a silent misery, left alone and empty, hollow.
Your mind a burning mess of anger and anguish, there is no reprieve, just taunting torment
That echoes endlessly in your blackened soul.
Even as you laugh through the aching sobs at the cruelty of your pain,
Your burning anger soothes the savagery and darkness clouds the throbbing pain pounding through an empty mind,
Seeking solace in ever darker dreams and dangers, the excitement of reckless dancing thrumming through vibrating nerves as you yearn to fall over the edge of the rage you're dancing on
An addict to the rage that buries the pain.
It excites you, enthralls you, spinning a sticky black web of deceit and derangement around your already depressed demeanor.
No one to hear your anxious pleas of mercy, you weep the tears of your poisoned, precious mind, and you're shattered into tiny pieces of glass inside.
The anger is real.
It helps you to breathe through the haze of defeat, through the maze of becoming obsolete.
It is pleasure.
It is pain.
It is everything that makes you insane.
And insanity is so very seductive...
To heed its call is to fall in love with madness and wild excitement that lights up the dead hollows that are the eyes that have shed tears so many,
Flooding oceans of pain with bright insanity and enticing life.
Breathing quickens and eyes beckon as you are swallowed and made anew.
The rush...
Oh dear god the sweet rush of the insanity that consumes and ignites the pain,
The tears and empty loneliness to the point where nothing matters but the high.
To chase the dream, the blinding light that hides the pain and broken dreams,
Where fear and sadness go to die...
In the high that the pleasure of insanity brings.
That is the death of our exhausted spirits
And though it is our destiny to suffer
We yearn for a better tomorrow,
Without the omnipresent shades of gloom that forever surround our souls
And insanity
Oh sweet insanity is nothing but an agonizing dream of amazing debris.
Fear bleeds through our torn hearts,
As our hope for the future sadly departs and we are just empty shells with nothing less than an entrance carved straight to hell.
And though it is our destiny to suffer
We yearn for a better tomorrow,
Without the omnipresent shades of gloom that forever surround our souls
And insanity
Oh sweet insanity is nothing but an agonizing dream of amazing debris.
Fear bleeds through our torn hearts,
As our hope for the future sadly departs and we are just empty shells with nothing less than an entrance carved straight to hell.
We welcome the inferno of fear and pain,
To indulge in the beautiful ache of madness.
It is the only way we can feel again.
A collaboration done with IndieChick - Author of 'The Crazy, Abnormal Life of Kayleigh Damita, which can be found at http://krazykaylz.blogspot.com/
To indulge in the beautiful ache of madness.
It is the only way we can feel again.
And in that feeling is a futile strength...
The strength of the weak and the betrayed
The strength that is born in a rage that only a broken soul and shredded heart can know...
Bu to warm the empty numbness is pain and in that pain is the seed of sweet madness that is the truth of all knowledge,
The truth of the empty hollow futility of all things...
The elusive rainbow's end holds no truth for oceans of decaying waste that are built up by walls of despair and towers of insanity.
To guard feelings long killed by the sweet misery that we melancholy ones have become.
And when our walls come down crashing,
And breaking everything inside,
We cry,
For our misery is too great for us to ever dream of overcoming,
The succinct surety that life will never be fine for us who are damned and doomed to an eternal blaze of fear,
An unquenched thirst of hope and the knowledge that we can never succeed.
And so in our beautiful insanity we reside,
Prisoners to our tormented minds,
When our charred thoughts change us into beings with empty feelings.
As we cry to dream,
To breathe,
To bleed,
We keel,
Fall onto our knees,
For we will never succeed.
A collaboration done with IndieChick - Author of 'The Crazy, Abnormal Life of Kayleigh Damita, which can be found at http://krazykaylz.blogspot.com/