Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

My Descent to Madness

Poetry By: Omn1Sh4d0w

This isn't exactly a "soothing" one, for most, but I've been told that it shows a mere fraction of what I've been through in this life.

Submitted:Oct 9, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Never did I know

the meaning of madness

til' I had to do

what made me descend~ ~

Love was gone, and

my greatest pain began,

shifting inside me,

leaving me alone but free.

Life has had no meaning,

Death was my escape-

But how would it work,

when Death holds no sway?

I gazed into the mirror,

thinking I will see

the same old "Me" from before.

But never did I see "Me."

It was the "Shell" of me,

looking into my eyes-

even as I turned away,

those eyes of shadow eying me.

I still hear the "voices"~

others mark me, "Insane."

But they don't hear nor see

what this all is, in me.

Lost in turmoil, lost in carnage,

was there any escape, for me?

I did not know, I did not see-

but something kept it strong, through age.

Now, though weak I am-

a "gift from Uncle Sam,"

I am rearing my heels,

and preparing my keels~

Keels of Darkness, and palms of pain,

Once I am ready, oh Gods, "Bring On The Rain."

This is my decent into madness,

and my last luxury, of finesse.


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.