It brings me no surprise that most men are allured with madness. We be but mortals. Sure, an occasional dip into its waters may be considered healthy. It should even be encouraged, I believe. But be careful with your dance with madness. Be sure to moor yourself in the banks, for it just might bring you your undoing.
Madness is a pill. An escape to all things worldly and a cure for all your worries. Coated with a sweet tinge of calmness and beauty, and enticing you with its placidity.
Peaceful and silent, there is no greater bliss.
But as you go deeper: slowly descending, just as serenity is starting to embrace, you will feel a slight tingle. An ominous feeling like ice running through your spine.
Inch by inch it ascends. Not abrupt, but gradual. Slowly taking its time, eating away pieces of your sanity, until it eventually entwines you completely.
You start to grow wary, as calmness becomes agitation, beauty transforms to horror, and placidity to chaos. You try to look up, struggling to swim away, and go back to the familiar cradles of sanity. But there is no light. You've fallen so deep you barely recognise the surface.
You can no longer distinguish up from down. You are lost.
You eventually give in as gravity pulls you under. Deeper. Dark and looming. Sinister.
Then deeper still.
In its core, a raging storm resonates. A fierce malevolence sucks you in as your being starts to implode. It takes over you like a violent revolution until you are yourself no longer. Bit by bit you are torn asunder and then you are nothing. A decrepit. A mere shadow of what once was. A shell. Forever lost.
Be careful with your dance with madness, for it just might bring you your undoing.
Truly, a tragedy for the sane.
Madness is a pill. An escape to all things worldly and a cure for all your worries. Coated with a sweet tinge of calmness and beauty, and enticing you with its placidity.
Peaceful and silent, there is no greater bliss.
But as you go deeper: slowly descending, just as serenity is starting to embrace, you will feel a slight tingle. An ominous feeling like ice running through your spine.
Inch by inch it ascends. Not abrupt, but gradual. Slowly taking its time, eating away pieces of your sanity, until it eventually entwines you completely.
You start to grow wary, as calmness becomes agitation, beauty transforms to horror, and placidity to chaos. You try to look up, struggling to swim away, and go back to the familiar cradles of sanity. But there is no light. You've fallen so deep you barely recognise the surface.
You can no longer distinguish up from down. You are lost.
You eventually give in as gravity pulls you under. Deeper. Dark and looming. Sinister.
Then deeper still.
In its core, a raging storm resonates. A fierce malevolence sucks you in as your being starts to implode. It takes over you like a violent revolution until you are yourself no longer. Bit by bit you are torn asunder and then you are nothing. A decrepit. A mere shadow of what once was. A shell. Forever lost.
Be careful with your dance with madness, for it just might bring you your undoing.
Truly, a tragedy for the sane.