Madness

Inside my head too dead without bread to shed this life with a knife for life to have life in the dark

Darkness around this life on the ground without any sound to hear the goodness of this

Try to pray but naught to pray for, whatfore do I fight the nightmare to scare

Stare at the scar, not one or two but three and three is not enough to count

To count the times, I bled and shed a tear to rip through and sail this ship

Just trying to live with this darkness, the madness in this abyss to kiss

Kiss goodbye but not naught, knock, knock, hit by a two-ton block

Tick Tock goes the clock, knock, knock, it's knocking me

To see naught bought as I sought what ought to, what I'm going through

Why write this to fight this madness inside the darkness without righteousness

It's like I'm shouting into the void in a world devoid of any sense

Animals through and through as nothing changes, just rearranges

Looks to be what appears to be the world's calamity without remedy

No serenity or clarity, only chaos and no justice for any of this madness

Maybe all of these poems are like messages in bottles

Drifting out into the pitch-black void of nothingness

And long after I'm dead, someone will find these

Or any word I could write is just meaningless