What is it?

A musing

What is it that drives men mad?

Is it the loneliness of the mind

Or is it the aching of the heart

What is it that drives men to violence?

Is it lust or love long gone?

Is it burning of vengeance or hopes crushed

A man who claims to know love is heartless

And the cold cries that it is warm

Why does the darkness seem so bright

How is that the silence is so comforting

All I hear are my thoughts

They crush me

They surround me

They become me

I am alone and forgotten but still here

I am one with my thoughts

The waves crash and burn my skin

But I rise above them all

What is it that drives men insane

Is it the howling of the wolves in your mind?

Or the silence of your heart in the pain?