Method of Madness

 

 

 

By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.

 

 

 

Trapped in an asylum of my own creation

I am tied down and beaten

Blooded and bruised I try to see my enemy

But I see nothing

Nothing but marks left on the walls from my struggle with myself

But I could have sworn I saw someone

Who else could be holding me down?

Who else could be so brutal?

So devilishly insane

So full of pain

That they explode in a rage

That rage is so quick

So impressively savage

Bound by one train of thought

I feel a void

A lifeless stigma

The light shines

Sun rays cutting the bonds that hold

Healing the wounds from my enemies

Now my mind is open

Now I am sane