(When I write anything, it comes from a simple thought and then flows from there. I rarely edit things. Flawed for sure, I post while the paint is still wet)
Sometimes I Miss The Insanity
Sometimes a sick yearning borne of
Rises in me.
Sometimes in those times,
I miss the insanity.
The past whispers to me from my times and depths of distant Madness
(“Hey… been a while let’s go do some drugs”)
(“Hey, let’s play Russian roulette with a full gun! Or play with pills and a rope! Hey remember Those great times?”)
(“Hey man! LET’S PARTY AND DRINK ALL NIGHT!”)
…all day all week all…
Until my life was ruined.
It’s tempting to reach back down into the purgatory of madness
Remembering it’s FAMILIARITY
Then knowing I would feel my soul grabbed
And dragged deeper into the hell of a past Familiar insanity.
I feel the yearning then
Proudly to myself.
I came along way to stand purgatory
To stomp on hell
To reach up and touch the sky I created in MY life
A long way from a hell I created
Reaching the heavens of the NOW I created
I pull myself up into them
When I reach down
I find and grab a hand from hell
And pull the person up with me.
(Here you go
Leave that madness behind and
Make your own heaven
I’ll be on a distant cloud beside you
Inside you with a smile)