Crazy

Molten heat in my veins,
bringing me high up.

Finding things so ridiculously funny,
even if if shouldn't be.

Can't they hear them,
the voices that whisper broken promises?

Hiding behind a mask of fake emotions,
not even suspecting a monster in their midst.

Not even feeling guilty for having sins
of greed, sloth, wrath, lust, envy, gluttony, pride.

Never cared for that man,
he should never been a father at all.

Staring at the scars of sadness,
fueling it into rage raining onto tormentors.

Now chained to the ground,
stark...raving...mad.....