• Flooding
    My mind is flooding
    Submerged in the troubled waters of thought
    There are flood gates
    Behind them, insanity lurks
    It lies in wait
    Waiting for the flood gates to free it
    It lusts
    Insanity lusts for my mind
    It wants my mind for itself
    Insanity wants to take control
    My flood gates cannot hold forever
    Like switches
    The events of my life are switches
    Slowly
    Slowly I feel my flood gates lowering
    Each inch excites insanity more
    It is excited
    Because it knows its time is near…
    Will nothing keep my flood gates closed?