When left alone with my own thoughts in the madness of this world, I tear my own mind to pieces.
I extrapolate, I contemplate, I interpolate, and I exaggerate,
my desperate machinations taking my everyday troubles, my buried past,
my uncertain but certainly not so distant future and my unfulfilled regrets,
and gathers them up against me like an angry maelstrom,
spiraling outward, building pressure inward, as it slips out of my control...
And what was once docile ponderings has moved through vicious meanderings
and has begun its assault on my active conscious mind.
The sanctuary of my inner thoughts has lost its aura of peace
and its newfound aggression has begun to influence my physical dealings
with the people around me who can't even see the storm.
As my mind delves into chaos, frustration becoming anger,
the endless crashing waves of my thoughts pull me under,
drowning me in this swirling abyss of violent misconceptions.
Turned against myself, I rage against the nothing,
only to have my futile attempts strangle me in the end;
and as I give into the darkness of my masochistic head,
she walks in, I see that face,
and it all
melts away!
