Insanity (1)

Mad World

I feel a continuous growl in my throat as I wander aimlessly through the woods, aware I'm wanted.

I don't know who I am...or what I'm doing.

I'm just walking...

Taking lives...

Breathing...

A waste of space...

Surely the world would be better off without me.

No one would miss me so why not?

I can't though...

The scars on my neck have thick scar tissue now... almost impetrible.

I don't know where I'm going...or what I'm doing.

I feel like I should be looking for something, but I forgot what.

I feel like I should do something, but I don't know what.

I feel something in my pocket and pull it out.

A necklace from one of my victims, it was an miniature hourglass necklace.

I don't know why I took it, but I like it...maybe that's why.

Then I feel my shoulder blades twinge, wanting to kill.

I feel like a wild and rabid animal...

Then a familiar song plays in my head...

I start to sing softly as I stumbled around.

"All around me are familiar faces...worn out places...worn out faces...bright and early for the daily races going nowhere...going nowhere," I start feeling a tear come out the corner of my eyes and think of the lifeless corpses I left behind, "the tears are filling up their glasses...no expression...no expression."

I continued stumbling feeling heavy hearted as I sang through the forest, "hide my head I want to drown my sorrow," I then look at my reflection in my knife in the moonlight, "no tomorrow...no tomorrow...and I find it kind of funny...I find it kind of sad."

I then put my knife away and rested my forehead on a giant tree as I sang, "the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had...I find it hard to tell you... I find it hard to take...when people run in circles it's a very very..."

I then look up at the moon with teary eyes, "mad world...mad world."

I don't understand why I was put here and my purpose... for all I know...I should just breathe and die...as we all do.

I lean against the tree, unable to sleep from insomnia.

'Cruel world we live in...so...cruel...and I help make it that way...why?'