Darkness or Rage

DARKNESS

The darkness grows in the mind

something wakes then smiles in kind.

What can move me to write, to see,

this, the sacred side of insanity.

Darkness deepens moving the rage,

I scream, I cry, I am coming of age.

Rage is maddening; the beast calls my name,

Blood in my eyes burn, burning like a flame

"This is madness!" I cry in my pain

fighting this invasion in my brain

Rage now whispers words of the insane

Love has left, anguish only remains

Blood boils, scorching my veins

until this passion peaks then falls like rain

Torrents crashing to a sudden death

leaving me sobbing and gasping for breath.

Emptiness comes in a semblance of sleep

The fury is spent, silence of sheep

Now in my memory the rage burns

guilt like a glutton to twist and turn

The fear of its dreaded return.

Rage now retreats like that of a bad dream

A moment of madness, mist and steam.

My heart bleeds love, and then the moment is lost

Insanity, yes, this is the inevitable cost.

In the darkness the rage returns to the deep

and once again I wake to tremble, to weep

For the darkness takes the man out of me

I must forever watch or it will get free

leaving the beast howling in the night

to hunger, to run, and to fight.

Now consider, this and what I have said

and think on love, lost in the red.

Dedication to Chris Wiener

"This is to those and those like us,

damned few of us left

and most of them dead.

Thank God!"