A dismal foggy background flying past --
I am gliding.
Air rushing through my fingertips --
I am flying.
Adrenalin pulsing in my veins --
I am floating.
Earth's rocky surface spinning towards me --
I am falling.
Splat.
Dust flies.
I am awake.
Madness
Colors fade
To shades of black,
Despair thickens
In my lungs,
Life slips
From my hands,
Fate steals my chance --
I stand alone.
Forced along -- a walking corpse.
The faces fill my head
Images. Smiling, laughing, blood dripping
from their hands.
Screaming silently of murder.
Now a prisoner to madness
Trapped inside my mind,
And there's no turning back.
