Madness

It rings. It’s like a needel is piercing your brain, and it never stops moving, so you never get used to it. All you can do is try to deny that it’s happening. To little avail. The only appealing thing is the absence of sense. In more ways than one. Why must this fate befall me and not those who churn this upon others. Why must the road to peace be paved with thorns. I had a dream that I went to hell once. I now remember how I felt in the dream on a weekly basis. The darkness of the night, scorns me, and presses itself upon my eyez, and I see the faces people see in the dimness, and feel madness. The devil makes work for idle hands. But how can I work in this world whose inhabitants abhor my presence. Fuck you. Vacate my peripheral vision. You ask me a single question or make any manor of sound and your organs will be strewn across the street. You are an animal. 

I will now walk the isolant sceneries of this land in search of the layer of mind that has come loose. Like the RGB layerz, I have lost the blue one, there is only red and green now, and they’re not even lined up strait, creating an ugly peripheral. I only see madness, and the noise between the silence. The earth vibrates as we walk it. Cursed be the perpetrator of my suffering, whomever it may be. 

If you see me, don’t speak, don’t look, or you die.