theshapeofpunktocome

They say madness is a most treacherous thing. It spirals oneself to self-destruction; an unreletenting fire from which there is no escape, left in the turmoil of a most unholy fate; but yet, we embrace it. I agree; for the most part. My own madness did for me what no other part of I could; it freed me, in a sense. Strictly speaking, it was freeing me from myself. With a belly full of liquor & a head full of demons, it's difficult to think clearly. Gripping the gate, I eased myself along the cobblestone laced with ice, my front door now close. such an oddity I felt, on a chilly night such as this, where many would seek their warm fireplace, t