By Niro Sikkema
A spark
Comes rushing in my ear
A scalding hot trail
In its wake
Straight to my head
Right where it hurts most
How does it know
Where it hurts most?
A pop
A clatter
A sweet-spot clap
A tear in my eye
Oh look
There's three more
Can't see
Can't see
Can hear
Can only hear
The scraping
The whistling
The chewing
Insanity skips along
Despair is his accomplice
Off they go
Coming now
I fight
I fight
But they seem stronger
A sneeze
A crinkle
A spoon on a mug
Insanity puts his hands
On the controls
And takes over
Did you read?
I ask them
Desperate.
You just get pissed off easy
But no
No
That's not all
That's not all there is
A knock
A tap
A drop
I fall
Down the hole in the ground
Insanity
He has arrived
They burn
Scalding hot
The tears
They come
And try as I might
They win
They always win
Hand on my forehead
Can't see
They mustn't see
Off to a safehouse-
A bathroom
Solitude, yes?
No.
I cry and let it come
Insanity slams his hands
On the big red button
An evil smile.
I feel his presence
