Ranting of a crazy man

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What makes a mad man mad.

Submitted: April 26, 2016

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Breaking silence so one doesn’t have to hear her scream.Smiling at the world and being kind to others. We do what we are told.But when night falls and we are alone and we hear the whispers from above. How to be answer their questions when we have only questions. Who is being ? Why are we here?When i close my eyes will i see god or will I see someone else.Will i see the same face i see in the night when i close my eyes. Will he then tell me why when I’m alone I hear the screams of the shadows. Why do they scream are they in pain. Can others hear them or am  I just mad. I the day and night my eyes play tricks on me and I see the shadows walking alone.In the corners of the streets twisted and scared not knowing where to go. I wonder can they see me .If they can will they ever come close.Are our worlds so close that we can see each other but never interact with one another. This world like the others are faulted. My hands shake when I think now about the first time I saw one. Alone where i usually am laying in a room. My door was open and a stared into chaos and it's stared back with cold dark eyes. I could feel it watching just as it could feel me. Our eyes met that night and for hours we stared into one another's souls just trying to get a glimpse of what to was like to live in their world. I could have stared for days but then the eye were gone. Further into chaos they went and I too weak to push forward to find them.Since that night i see them on the street i see them in the house , eating food , just everywhere .Even in my dreams and all we do is stare no words ever leave  my lips nor theirs. BUt i want to speak , I have questions and so do they but when it’s silent all i hear are high pitch screams. They hurt and push my mind to limits I didn’t know I had. Then to deal with those in this world who aren’t shadows is different. They speak with no regard of what they are saying. Dooling puddles of ignorance , I think maybe they should be the shadows . Some i feel more connected with the shadows than will those around me. They are always there but never heard. Seen but soon forgotten , and they know so much but no one has ever asked them a question.Even as I type they are here behind me my own shadow watches.  This may sound like the ranting of a crazy man but what makes a man crazy if he sees thing others may not. So he keeps quiet to not end up in a white room. Bad choice after bad choice has led him here and now he sits and whatchs for night fall so that all the shadows may come out and have  free domain over what they already have. To watch the world burn it is goal and to cut it in half is what he’ll do. The cold touch on your spine and the shivers to feel are only the beginning to something much more terrifying end. I want to know about the angels. They don’t like humans do they. They hate us because we have free will. They hate us and now they want us gone but they can’t defy god. Or they will be fallen and lose their holy light. Are the shadows angels fallen ones. Do they wish me harm. In the four concerns of every room  are they there. Angels that haven’t fallen yet. Do they fight the shadows and your own shadow is it there to kill you always a nose length away from your throat trying to rip it out . Is death your shadow following you around and as you sleep each night does he slowly wrap his finger around your throat and contemplate taking with him this time. This is the fear i feel in my mind when I am alone. IN this cold dark world that they say is light but it is built on lies are the truths that we tell ourselves right or are the whispers of someone else who know what dark corners of your heart have yet to be explored.

 


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