Return to Madness

Poetry – Reflection

Staring into the abyss, so vast it’s beyond measure.
Puzzled by the occurrence of the wicked illusions that have been haunting my mind;
I squeeze my eyes shut and pray for the moment that they are no more.
Shuddering from this decedent state, I take another drag from the cigarette between my trembling fingers.

I begin translating, cryptic whispers of the shadows.
Shackled by fear, for I hear my own voice.
I hear the screams of a former lifetime
I turn around and face them, instead of running away
Running away,

For I know that darkness follows the sounds of Madness
For I am hooked on pain
It is the only thing that keeps me sane.
Shadowy images of a time gone.

Reflections of happier days in life
It felt good to know them.
It feel good to walk the small thin line between the present and former fame.
Yet I see the miracles demise, as the friends parted ways.

I’m fading away, pieces of madness flicker through the lost visions.

where have you gone …?

The man behind Mangus Khan

Are you breathing?
Without you to show the way
I’m hollow

Don’t you want me?
I’m the sword
You are the spark

Don’t you miss me?
Once we were thick as thieves.

I see you now…..
I feel you now …
I hear you now…
I have been waiting for your
Return to Madness

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