Maddened Insight

 Myself,
 A festering wound
 Of maddened insight
 Slashed into the wrists
 Of reality.
 I'm the worm in the bottle,
 Drinking myself to death.
 
 Life grows constantly more predictable,
 Every day seems the same.
 I don't believe in tomorrow,
 I can't hold onto today,
 And yesterday's already slipped through my fingers.
 All that's left are memories and pictures
 And perhaps I'm only dreaming after all...
 I can't believe in anything.
 Each moment fleeting,
 No sooner noticed than gone.
 Tomorrow turns today to yesterday
 & what stability is there in that?
 What can we hold onto?
 What will last?
 
 Time & space,
 Moving onward indefinately
 & folding back on themselves in waves.
 How many times have you seen the world
 Through those eyes?
 Mankind in it's madness,
 Trashing it's own customs & traditions.
 Moving further from sense & sanity
 & claiming all the while to be getting closer.
 Ah, civilization.
 
 Birth is the deadliest sin,
 Leading to a multitude of lesser sins
 And the tarnishing of the soul.
 Give me peace,
 Release me from this maddened insight.