Comments on self
"Darkness had no need of aid from them--She was the Universe." - Lord Byron
A lost soul, wandering through the dark corridors of His own mind, seeking enlightenment...
Madness and despair are His companions as he wanders through the lands, desiring only the peace that exists in the night, in a dreamless sleep.
Icy voices from the depths call him,like winter winds and their maddened screams through the caves of consciousness.
Without rest, eyes empty, sleepless...
Attracted to the oblivion as his only choice, in His madness he gazes sometimes to the empty skies and sometimes to the abyss.
THE FEAR OF MADNESS
by: Lucretia Davidson (1808-1825)
HERE is something which I dread,
- It is a dark, a fearful thing;
- It steals along with withering tread,
- Or sweeps on wild destruction's wing.
- That thought comes o'er me in the hour
- Of grief, of sickness, or of sadness;
- 'Tis not the dread of death--'tis more,
- It is the dread of madness.
- O! may these throbbing pulses pause,
- Forgetful of their feverish course;
- May this hot brain, which, burning, glows
- With all its fiery whirlpool's force,
- Be cold, and motionless, and still,
- A tenant of its lowly bed,
- But let not dark delirium steal-
- [Unfinished]
"Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem Veram Medicinam"