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Journal of a mad man

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I write
my final words,
I'll write
my letter of
goodbye,
there's just
too much hate within,
can't sleep,
can't love,
yet I love,
yet I don't sleep.

Future untold
comes to my sleep,
awakens instantly,
dreams of killing
someone,
instant impulses
of hate,
where's my gun?!

No, it's not clear,
my mind,
what am I thinking?

What is inside,
if not pain and desire
to
take souls
to the god of
the world under me,
quiet whispers
from my own mind.

Insomnia still here,
hallucinations of
the world
in the past,
dinosaurs shred
innocents to little
pieces,
pharaoh's slave
looks into pharaoh's
eyes,
priests take his
eyes out,
isn't it wonderful?

I lie into the
face of danger,
backstabbing your
own shadow,
even your evil
double can die.

Fare thee well,
weak world...

And
he takes his
gun out...
Well... can't sleep, so I thought of this strange poem.
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LadyVictorian's avatar
OMG...it is rather late here and reading this while being half tired...it made me feel a little like I just lost a little of my own mind. MY GOD, you can feel in this poem as he slowly losses more and more of his senses, that spiraling down sensation. Brilliant.