I am not crazy.
I am not crazy!
Am I?
Sometimes I feel like. . .
madness enraptures me.
It takes over me.
I'm drowning in a sea of madness.
It washes over me , confusing all of my senses.
In this sea of madness,
there is not one island of sanity
on which i can call home.
the bitter, stinging burns through every layer; body and soul.
The strong currents whip me around
making me defenseless and disoriented.
The whirlpool drags me down deeper and deeper with no means of escape.
It is as if it is alive trying to swallow me whole.
This. . . monster is angry, and I am the object of it's paranoia.
It will not rest until I am the another one of it's minions.
It does not allow me a second of convalescence.
My senses are overloaded.
What was left of me is no more.
I'm too far down, I'm in too deep.
I am now and forever more, a mindless drone.