Glorius Insanity

I fear the rush of madness.

So often am I empty of thought, living by action and reaction.
To have the inner world in all its thunder and fury tear into my consciousness would be to lose that which defines, that which controls.
That which is life and love.

To try so hard to feel nothing, and then to feel everything is to be eclipsed by the beauty and terror that is emotion, to be lost.

I do not know these crimson waters.

I cannot find the path to silence.

Bring me sleep...

Or bring me death.