The swirl of emptiness threatens me br with its cobweb opponents as they gather br near the tentacles of darkness br crouching in the corners of my mind. br Flights of fantasy jostle me br for prime positions at the show br where the gladiators of life br gather to do battle with some lost soul. br Life portrayed on a large plasma screen br delivers struggles of futility br forever captured on its screen br in the land full of holes, br not those from which we’re born, br but those where discarded husks are thrown. br The madness of a demented mind br trapped forever within a child of rage, br a kaleidoscope of colours pale br dance around the padded cell br where bloodied fingernails br tell the gruesome tale. br Madness trapped with a boy br displayed upon a plasma screen br at the point where madness crosses into insane, br caught within hideous laughter cells br devoid of colours br waiting to entrap and cleanse br the darkness within a mad mind. br As the first streaks of daylight, br explode through the window br evaporating the darkness’s stranglehold br of gathering things imaginary, br leaking from the mad mind br into the tortured night.