The madness comes and goes like a tidal wave.
It gently grasps the water, tugging it lazily out to sea.
The sand lies barren, crabs scuttling onwards to salvation.
And then it comes.
A cascade of ticking clocks, soft moans, and paranoia.
I see kisses on soft flesh, I see hands clasped, bliss in vision.
But the steel rakes my flesh, drags me away from fantasy.
I hurt, and so I dream.
I dream.
I dream.
The prologue starts as a single violin plays a mournful dirge.
The drums enter, and my body is reflected, steel blades, and gusto.
Metal men save soldiers’ lives, I dream.
They fight.
They fight.
And they fight.
I do not like being a metal man.
I want to be flesh and blood now.
I want to be real.
The wave brings silence.
Silence.
I SAID SILENCE!
But silence means death.
I see her crying, and I do not know who she is.
I want to save her.
I want to protect her.
Protect her.
And then the madness comes and goes like a tidal wave.
It gently grasps the water, tugging it out to sea.
Protect her, he says.
He is not a bad man.
He is merely sad.
Merely sad.
Sad.
SAD!
I want to listen to him.
But my conscience says no.
They forge their own path.
They must be able to fall, so they can stand back up.
The guitar chips in, a Spanish riff I do not remember.
My parents liked Spanish guitar.
I do too.
I do too.
I do.
Pinky swear.
I promise.
I will.
I will.
The glacier shifts – I see freedom; an endless labyrinth of ice and frost.
But twilight closes, and the way is lost.
I want to help you, he says.
Okay.
Okay.
His whispers are quiet.
And every time my hand sticks to the ice he tells me:
“Breathe hot air onto it, it will come free.”
It does.
It does.
Sexuality is for heathens, FOX said.
I frowned, I think.
Garbled mingled symphonies to ward away their monotone voices.
I do not care if their president is black!
I do not care if they have a president at all!
American friends got angry at me for those kinds of thoughts.
They are a very proud people.
Very proud.
Very proud.
Proud.
I think I can remember what happiness feels like.
What it feels like.
It’s a warm glow that comes up from the tummy.
Full of golden sunshine and goodness.
When I say Liquid Sunshine, I am talking about that feeling.
Because sometimes it gets so hot:
It turns white and burns you.
And you are happy because you deserve something.
You are happy.
Happy.
Because you feel something.
And I don’t need your approval.
No I don’t.
I DON’T.
And then the madness comes and goes like a tidal wave.
It gently grasps the water, tugging it out to sea.
The ethereals told me that if I heard the whispers.
I was dying.
Dying.
DYING!
And then he fell away in the wind.
A water droplet into a lake with his passing.
The water bubbles and froths.
When I talk about a Rose Petal Wave.
I am talking about love.
Love.
LOVE.
Because it’s a slowly moving feeling, but it is always moving.
Coming and going very slowly.
Very slowly.
And I ride The Rose Petal Wave.
It keeps me happy.
I do not need your approval.
Because you need to prove yourself to me, darling.
That is why my love will not commit.
I wander at the edges of the darkness.
Watching your devotion.
It is not with your entire heart.
Entire heart.
Heart.
HEART!
You’re not meeting my approval.
I cannot love you.
My heart breaks.
Breaks.
And then the madness comes and goes like a tidal wave.
It gently grasps the water, pulling it out to sea.
I’m a metal man.
I’m very hard to kill.
You can’t stop me unless I let you.
Sometimes I let you.
Let you.
It makes me chuckle.
I am confident.
But I am not confident in you.
You will make mistakes.
And I will be cross.
And then nothing will be fine.
Fine.
Fine.
I dream.
I dream.
Warrior poet, weaving rhymes as I make war.
My quill strokes are poison. My lyrical rhymes, death.
I am the new-age monk.
I fight when I must.
You do not tell me when.
When.
I am neon.
Neon.
The color in the club.
I am faster than you.
I am stronger.
You need my protection.
I am the bodyguard.
I am the bouncer.
I keep the music playing.
Playing.
I keep the DJ spinning.
Spinning.
I can hear the beats in my head.
Remix them as they play.
I can see the universe.
Universe.
And then the madness comes and goes like a tidal wave.
It gently grasps the water, pulling it out to sea.
I am strong.
A metal man.
My blades are sharp.
My armor is tough.
My guns are heavy.
Eternal sunshine is what I want.
Eternal happiness.
Happiness.
That fuzzy warm yellow glow.
You can come too, but you have to prove yourself, first.
First.
Second.
Third.
I speak with words.
And then the madness comes and goes like a tidal wave.
It gently grasps the water, and pulls it out to sea.
And then the madness comes and goes like a tidal wave.
It gently grasps the water, and pulls it out to sea.
And then the madness comes.
It gently grasps the water.
The madness comes.
It gently grasps.
It pulls me out to sea.
And Then The Madness Comes.
