There is a madman in the wild
Walking closer to my house
With his steps all is defiled.
I prepare, as time allows
For the madman coming in
I can feel the fear within.
Madman roams outside my door
In suspension of the fear
I can’t take it anymore,
As the madman comes so near,
Gazing through the window frame,
Watching with his eyes insane,
Silence covers the unknown –
I can feel the madman breathe,
Breath much heavier than my own.
And the fear crawls underneath
My own flesh and my own skin,
As if burning for my sin,
I submit to fear and pain
Giving in and giving up
I’m defeated through my shame –
Madman got me in his trap
Once I’m caught, there’s no way out
It remains but scream and shout:
“Stranger leave myself alone!
Just get out and leave me be,
I can’t live life on your loan…”
All is dark, I cannot see
Yet the curtains still reveal
Madman’s shadow that I feel.
Even in the depths of hell
I’m not stranger to my Self,
Yet a stranger is inside.
From my thoughts I cannot hide,
Racing mind I can’t control
As it plays the madman’s role.
Much is said, much less is done –
Madman roams just as before,
I’m afraid that I’ve become
But a madman at my core.
Wretched stranger to my Self,
I’ve succumbed to madman’s hell.