Suicide

This is madness

I like it

I recognize it. 

I remember it.

You see it too

You like it too

You know what’s coming

It’s there in that glint in your eye 

That low rumble in your voice

That particular timber is familiar

You have no idea

I like this madness

This tearing at my hair in frustration

This snarling with teeth barred 

This impatience to mark you deep and thorough 

My nostrils are flaring. I know that smell. 

It is of danger, 

Of resolve going up in smoke

The dust of walls tumbling down

The stink of adrenalin charged indecision between flight or fight.

Drumbeats are getting louder

This dance will drive me crazy

It will be a good kind of crazy

I like this madness

This is war

The alarm has gone off

Brace yourself

(c)2009 pHisayo