The Thoughts of a Madman

Entry 9.

The Man who laughs at Himself.

The Man who couldn't love himself
If anyone ever asked why he cursed himself they would get a dull and bland answer
For he alone carried a forgivable sin that only he couldn't forgive
It was his own torturous curse to bear
His days and nights filled with his own ridiculing laughs in his head for any and all actions he did
Any and all good he did was laughed at and any bad he did was harshly mocked by the laughs
It was like a golden jester of cruelty that lived within his head
With his own piercing eyes that stared back at him with divine cruelty and maniacal joy at his own suffering
His laughs
His screams
His tears that flowed
His blood that spilled
All of it
Hidden in the solitary of the night so that no light shall grace the monster he saw himself as
And no warmth shall ever reach him
Cause he saw himself as the world's jester
Forced to play a twisted divine cruelty
So he laughs at himself until eventually one day he met his moon
A moon that encompassed the night and quelled his suffering
And the laughs he heard endlessly finally came to an end
And the monster finally began to love