Moment of madnessShaken and disillusioned, I am flooded in a thousand thoughts.Struck, then; like an arrow through the heart.The dense thudding pulse intensifies, faster, and pain blooms a crimson explosion.Blood beats beautifully, after all.Quickening, losing oxygen.Life leaps in its last moments.Hands squeeze, they grip like a vice,squeezing the life,clutching, contorting and twisting,Snapping and breaking.This is the final charge.This is all it takes.This is oblivion;Where just a moment of madness, creates a moment of passion.The two, as one.
DriftingIn need of hope he drifts idly, ironically denied.He seeks without eyes,listens without ears,speaks nothing but, well...Where is the hand to hold? the loving embrace? the caring shoulder? the beautiful soul to turn to?Run to.The dove remains in the olive tree;time questions its return.Sunlight fades,Moonlight envelopes, hindered by a shimmering grey.And still, he drifts by.Unknowing.