I didn't ask for this. I never wanted to be cursed with this dread and misery. Madness. What a subjective term. Because when you have the world looking down on you like a monster, who is the mad one. For I see monsters everywhere I look. I am haunted by looming death that gets closer with each passing day. The idiotic doctors say I have psychosis but who are they to put the label on me. But I am not deterred. Even if the line between fiction and reality is blurred. Life is not a dream nor is it reality. It is a nightmare and one we must live. We are cursed. Do think I am mad. Then you are wrong. I am not mad. You are blind. While I see unimaginable horrors. When will you open up your mind's eye?
