2016

Intoxicated:

I am a servant in debt

To the imperium that it is

I am a servant favored by the one

who has chosen to beset

Paroxysms of golden fire onto my mind.

It who shakes the throne has chosen me

gifted me

and now- now I see so damn vividly

The ashen grey tears molded to perfect crystals

The rosewood red screams that waltz through the air

I can smell ink black fear lacing around my kin's necks

Rippling colors in the atmosphere lead my gaze to a pistol

Hands shaking with petty despair

The neon fluid gurgling from my chest is not a vex.

Laughter bubbles from my throat

I shan't try to justify or connote

What seems to your shadowed gaze an oddity.

The ground trembles as the thunder roars in Prussian blue

Crackling of the silver lightning sunders the sky

Only the white rain glides on me with no hue.

I shan't belie

As the one who shakes the throne offers

to pump my blood with tumultuous color

for I am, I am, I am alive!

Sober:

There is a border framing the world

It's grey and washes all color from my day

The realities of my being have become nebulous

After all, I have risen from the foot of the throne

that madness has once shaken.

There was pandemonium in my veins, I was told.

Forever in debt will I be if I dare remember the fray

As the withdrawal settles in, I know now why madness to mankind is a nemesis

The addiction to madness was simply to postpone

the instant pain's venom will awaken.

I reach for my chest

And caress my wound

The scars left will keep me repressed

with this immortally pounding rain, my mind will never be attuned.

We all fall into the palms of addiction

Once an accident

Twice benediction

Thrice and I'm a masochist.

They keep us away from madness

Not because of the whirlpools of its vastness

But because it's the ambrosia of the colored

Unlike sanity, addiction to madness has never been dullard.

My bones burn my flesh with the colorless cold

When will this grey winter cease?

I've no brilliant madness to keep me at ease

Let the beating of the rain halt, please.

Mankind, behold.

As I, an addict deprived of radiance, testify to the world

The fear you all believe to be king, is fool's gold.

My knees shudder and collide

I must hide-

Tasteless, white pain sears through my body as I make contact with the ground.

O madness, to you I am forever bound

Yet, yet fear has been reincarnated after it drowned.

Grey devours my vision

Sobriety was never my decision!

My eyes flutter shut and all there is left

is hollowness.

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So I'm not sure if it's noticeable, but I did try to do something different. The rhyme scheme goes something like a-b-c-d in one paragraph then a-b-c-d again. I've also been itching to write something about the fact that madness is simply intoxicating so I took this opportunity to cramp my thoughts into words. AND I MADE THIS RELATIVELY SHORT WHICH IS LIKE A BIG DEAL 'CAUSE MY WORK IS USUALLY 500+ WORDS.

*Composes self*

Alright so the cause of all that mess^ is an even messier week. I've had so much to deal with these past few days and just couldn't get my head into writing decently. But I had to squeeze something out as this is an assignment for my new club The Thinky Ink-Scribers Club! The prompt for this part was 'the color of addiction'.