An Insomniac's Lament

absolute madness-
my fingers drip with blood
the keyboard's thorny stab
with each rat tat tat I type
bouncing through my cranium
every painful mem'ry
a searing scar inside
a tattoo of remorseful crap
that I can't seem to purge

absolute regret-
the screams defy the rage
shattering me to pieces
with each gulp of air I take
dissolving all my gray matter
a soundless fucking torment
twisting my insides
into lava scorched knots
that nothing seems to quench

absolute sadness-
my soul is so dammed weary
I've turned out all the lights
and whenever I close my eyes
it bounces though my cranium
while I beg for silence
droning on and on inside
a cacophony of needless shit
when I just want to sleep

~ Friday the 13th, Jan. 2006

I actually started this poem the other night, in a Xanax-filled insomniac haze and finished it now.