across the madman's face.
He rolls around along the
floor in the midst of
his own troubles and
cries to the heavens that
he wished for the world
to forget his curse and
accept him as he his.
The heavens hear his
cry and yet they frown upon
him and
curse him further.
He never becomes
evil, and he never becomes
great; rather he stays disturbed,
brilliant and insane - a lost
asset within a hellful world.
