I am the madness.
The madness is me.

How often do you do self reflection?
I take a good look at myself everyday.
In other words, i am always aware of the madness that consumes me.
What is my madness?
My madness is the kind that engulfs me when i,m alone.
When i have company, the madness conceals itself withing the hollows of my mind.
Its mocking laughter seeping out from the cracks and corners of my head.

When the madness attacks me when i,m alone, its like being in a room. I,m dressed in a suit, there is crappy jazz playing from the grammaphone. There is an imp of a demon in the room. He talks to me, sometimes, i brush him off, sometimes a little bit of hatred engulfs me.

I try to deal with this madness by hating things. It occasionally works.
But the good in me tears myself apart.
Therefore, i cannot continue hating things.

I,ll be honest. Sometimes, i embrace the madness.
Why? Because it makes me feel alive.
I would be an empty shell without my madness.
All my brilliance would be lost.

The fire is most stunning when its alight. Its flames lick the air and tantalize one's senses. Its intense heat rouses energy and burns with passion.

Take away this madness and the fire is reduced to cold,dark,ash.
Ash is dull, useless.

Therefore, although this madness hurts me, pains me, torments my mind, I embrace it.
After all, the world's geniuses are all insane.