Fine Madness

Dante' playing in the racing mind
They beg me to calm failing to see my inability
Soon comes the straps of hands
As the venom is inserted
Forced upon me like a venomous snake strike
The eyes become weary
The mind rages on inside the venomous fog
Of the needles wrath
Scars me yet again as I fight to no avail
Soon I am in the darkened lair of lost dreams
They are all their now
Thrashing me inside my own infernal hell
Beating me, begging me to release them
From the hell I carry them with me in

I see the exit sign

But I am dragged down before I can reach it
Woken up to another hell full of questions and bills to pay

Dante' still playing in my head

Racing on as the venom inspired darkness
Begins to fall upon me
Like a cold winter's rain
Icy and cold clinging to me

Dragging me downward, spiraling out of control

Stuck in the mud, listening to lessons of life and happiness
Nothing gets through the infernal darkness of the mind
It tolls outside like a holiday bell on Christmas Day
Annoying as it rings away to no avail

Till the darkened inferno lessens itself for a moment
As I struggle on, faking a smile and understanding
For a chance at possibly breathing air on my way to my private hell

I call home.