My Maniacal Mind

The Hate.
My Fear.
The Loneliness.
My Decisions.
The Resentment.
My Love.
The Loyalty.
My Betrayal.
The Truth.
My Lies.

I hate your touch.
My craving for love.
I hate you looking at me.
My want for attention.
I hate your voice.
My need for direction.
I hate your heart.
My longing for love.

The Good.
My Evil.
The Righteous.
My Wrong Doing.
The Only.
My Many.
The Alive.
My Death.
The Straight.
My Twisted.

Its the smoke after the Fire.
I am holding the gasoline.
Its the sickness I feel.
I am drinking the poison.
Its the walk back.
I am lost.
Its the simplicity of nothing.
I am the one with everything.

The chasing of an incomplete circle that leads back to an end that is not there.

The end of the story that puts you right back at the beginning.

Knowing that the knowlegdge you know holds no value in life.

Its up when you want to go down and left when you want to go right.

The searching of a treasure that has no more value then self realization.

Its the life that has been given to us that we just throw away.

The map with the directions on them that flies out the window.

The breeze through the trees that carries the fires farther.

Its the Self Destructive Nature of this Life. Its the Chaos all around us.