The loneliest I've been.
The depths my mind reaches scares me --
I've been down here, trapped.
Above, I see the stars, the indigo-sweeped sky
Taunting me, dangling my freedom high
Above my head --
I would do anything to escape,
I would do anything to feel hope, relief, ecstasy, bliss, nostalgia --
I would do anything to be free of this madness.
Madness seemed preferable at first
In a world of madmen, overtaken
By regret, remorse, retreat --
But I know now this is not true.
Madness suits no one -- not even the insane.
It's torturous. It becomes my only motive
To seek destruction, to bask in this
Atmosphere of hellish fury as a means
Of reminding myself that, indeed, I have the power
To create, to mold perceptions in my favor,
To impose my will.
I would do anything to be free from
These depths, these shackles
Restricting my reach from gripping the top
Of this cliff, and pulling myself above,
So that I may view the stars and the heavens
And conclude -- nothing is beyond reach.