The Fluctuating Madness
"I'm spiraling downwards like an airplane out of control. Loosing parts of me as I go, tumbling head over heels, immune to the sting my skin feels. I reach for your hand, only for it to dissolve into sand. I curse your name, and all the things you do, for your sin is fame, and I am considered a dirty old shoe. I scream out your curse, only for it to be echoed much worse. I speed to the ground, coming closer and closer, my head spins around as I land on a gopher. My body lies broken, my skin all a flutter, you toss me a token, then laugh at me with such a stutter.
I grasp your token, and rise from the dirt. No longer am I broken, no longer am I hurt. I see your gaze falter, when you find yourself strapped to MY altar. Now it's my laughter that booms like thunder, washing over the treasure I shall plunder. I see the flow of blood, thick and fast as a flood. Your face turns pale, I smile haugtily without fail. You turn to run, only to come face-to-face with my gun. I pull the trigger, and in no time flat your in rigor. There's a skip, a beat. A ship lost in heat. You stand where you stood before, alive with something more.
I fight against my panic, your eyes manic. Your shrill cry makes me die, a slow death, caused by your maggot-ridden breath. I let loose a cackle, as your eyes rush to tackle. I smack them aside, and tear off your golden hide. I cheer triumphant, when suddenly I hear a trumpet. Suddenly they say I can't hack it, and I find myself in a straightjacket. They pour into me their pills, my lungs turning into gills.
As the madness grips me, it's the truth I see. The secrets of the world are mine, the sun forgot to shine. Broken is my verse, all because of your curse. We are the same, you and I, so it's a shame we need to die. As you fall I call, a name which you recognize, as meaning red eyes.
Finally we see the man who has done this to us, and we get our revenge with a bus. His body flies through the air, and we cry happily without a care."- an excerpt from 'The Fluctuating Madness' a never ending poem by Ben Smith.
I grasp your token, and rise from the dirt. No longer am I broken, no longer am I hurt. I see your gaze falter, when you find yourself strapped to MY altar. Now it's my laughter that booms like thunder, washing over the treasure I shall plunder. I see the flow of blood, thick and fast as a flood. Your face turns pale, I smile haugtily without fail. You turn to run, only to come face-to-face with my gun. I pull the trigger, and in no time flat your in rigor. There's a skip, a beat. A ship lost in heat. You stand where you stood before, alive with something more.
I fight against my panic, your eyes manic. Your shrill cry makes me die, a slow death, caused by your maggot-ridden breath. I let loose a cackle, as your eyes rush to tackle. I smack them aside, and tear off your golden hide. I cheer triumphant, when suddenly I hear a trumpet. Suddenly they say I can't hack it, and I find myself in a straightjacket. They pour into me their pills, my lungs turning into gills.
As the madness grips me, it's the truth I see. The secrets of the world are mine, the sun forgot to shine. Broken is my verse, all because of your curse. We are the same, you and I, so it's a shame we need to die. As you fall I call, a name which you recognize, as meaning red eyes.
Finally we see the man who has done this to us, and we get our revenge with a bus. His body flies through the air, and we cry happily without a care."- an excerpt from 'The Fluctuating Madness' a never ending poem by Ben Smith.