Of Madness

I am so thirsty.  I am thirsty like a broken man in the dessert, with no salvation in sight.  But, my thirst is alcoholic.  I am functional, of course, but my happiness is not.  I know that my happiness is not related to any of this, but I do wish I knew a way to deal with myself.  I can’t! I can’t deal with myself!  I look into the mirror and wonder..”Who is this warrior? Who is this warrior of the nighttime?  Who is this man with the slicked hair?  Who is this liar with a smirk?”

I don’t trust him,  Johnny, I don’t trust him.  He doesn’t seem mad like us.  He doesn’t! But, Johnny, we are mad!  Whether you like it or not, we are mad.

Don’t let this bitterness guide you.  Don’t let your youthful cynicism carry you.  Don’t, Johnny, don’t let it hurt you any more.