Madness comes & goes,
Like a tide.
These cackling echoes,
Of laughter –
Refracted,
Reverberated,
Everlasting.
The softly fading repeats,
Dying in each new slew,
Of cacophony.
Gyrating teeth,
Twitching fingers.
You can never sate,
The Infinite Hunger.
Only quell it,
For a time.
Just Like Old Times.
