A Matter Of Madness

The lion is waiting for all souls lost in bewilderment
He paces from side to side
Hungering to tear the flesh off bone
To devour with raging force
Dread seeps into the intellect
Like dew drops kissing a wilting Iris
There will be no bright sunny days today
It’s a matter of madness

Chaotic original sin
A devil’s taunting twisted tune
Grimacing in the darkness
Counting on the wreckage of the mind

A malady of laughter or tears
A continental divide
The mountain of uncertainty
Climb to the top, or fall hard below
Try to stay poised as the tempest approaches

Juliet Wilkerson © May 2004