stormy

 
sunlit cobwebs in a room at noon
the day cast odd shadows on my dreams
my mind was quiet but moody
the day stretched and uttered be lazy with me

I slouched in my chair but the restlessness in my thoughts wouldn't silence
there were no direct answers to the questions I pose the day
madness storm in the background brewing as the usual suspect
I wondered where she came from and where she went after she departed
deep within me I imagined

I've been trying to find comfort in the afterlife
and I pondered when my soul popped out of my body
would madness pop out too

we're we going to the same place?
would I know her when I saw her?
has my personality altered to the point I will look different?

really it's not supposed to be about looks
but I would like a fresh start on a new outfit
hopefully with some sort of wisdom so I don't ruin the new one

I look forward to the eternity I picture a lovely garden where I can do my art
sometimes my mind goes south and I imagine a Marquis De Sade situation
where I am tortured perpetually

then I realize madness and I were likely going the same place
perhaps we will alternate between states of bliss and anarchy
Mischief, Chaos and Violence seem to agree on the latter

it will be an event in any case
I am expected