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Part one in a series of 3 large poems and many short ones. |
Madness in a bottle A gate of an altered state I open it up for my escape I take a drink and soon feel it link A part of me begins to sink Into a place i cant explain I feel myself begin to drain Within me the terror reign... ..but its a ...pleasent type of pain Its something different Its something new Something happend when i consumed the brew Inside me a madman grew Screaming aloud"yes this is true!i am a part of you Awoken by the elixer i have broken through!" Instantly a part of me died And changed me like jekyll inter mr. hyde Like a beast out of hibernation With a hunger for devistation My thoughts get sicker As the madness grows thicker Within my veins flows the river of liquor I hear the madmans profanity While drunken with insanity Itried to gather myself within my own mind to try to understand the madness that struck me blind searching in the darkness only to find myself turned into a hateful demon of some kind like some kind of genie from the bottle is released free from the glass prison feel the flow of the beast on throught the night with the madman i creep the insanity in my hand in the bottle i keep if i am to rest into a deep sleep he too will slumber sending him back within deep one thing that troubles me troubles me in the worst when the bottle is empty the madness i still thirst i think of those who feel trapped and cursed and so they cant function without their liquid escape first theyre reminded of its gift that they will not waste when they tip the bottle and the escape they taste feeling free from all the troubles they faced they consume their gift and the feelings are replaced when the bottle is opened i hear the madmans laughter when the bottles is emptied... ... i become him... soon after. |