Mad. Mad.
We are both mad.
Only feeling normality
communing together
in our mad world.

Wild and mad.
We are both this,
thirsting endorphin
feeding off wildness

The world sprawls expectantly
at our feet,
anything, everything
for the taking
And yet what?

I want to take pliers
cut the chord of my intelligence
stamp out this pernicious
thinking disease and abort
to a place of no thought.
but while that’s not an option
I will continue to seek oblivion
through mental, spiritual and physical extreme.