Raving mad

when they ask me how I feel, raving mad will be my response, as if the soul were ablaze, my capacity for love will outweigh this rate of decay increasing within, I'll lock away this rage But embrace and save my sorrow, just until 2morrow.. ill bury it deep beneath my grey faded skin, Through multiple shots of vodka And mass amounts of sin, until then..I try not 2 care, but find myself again..concerned, while the world passes me by I witness it slowly burn, safe inside my glass box, Is where I watch, raving mad.. the clock ticks, time bends and pretends to exist but never stops, moments of severed thought pass in a brilliant, blazing-burning flash, allowing myself to dispel and collapse then finally crack and crash before the world, and when they ask me how I feel.. ill respond ; raving mad.