The Madness That Drove Me Mad

Let it win, this pain inside,
it haunts my life, it haunts my eyes.
You fight with laughter, the joys of life;
an unbearable concept to a mind of strife.
You fear yourself, the void within,
consuming your thoughts; you know you can't win.
A rule to break. The pieces have shattered
like a mirror, you see yourself withered and tattered.
Sweep the splintered tears under the rug;
your fate foretold by the tea leaves in you mug.
You can't give up, you won't give in;
this mind you hold an unforgivable sin.
They'll never see you for who you are;
the wings in you heart have taken you thus far.
How much more till your soul turns black?
Once the path is chosen, there is no going back.
A prophecy never to be fulfilled;
the metaphor for all those who've been killed
by the pain that once consumed their soul.
What could they have been? We'll never know.

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This is kind of a poem about suicide. That, and many other things that are too complicated to explain. Anyway, if you would like me to explain any parts of the poem, just ask. I know my poems are sort of filled with randomness, but once you put it all together correctly, the meaning is unmistakeable.