A maniac in me

You'll hear a laugh

A distant insane laugh that will make shivers run down your spine.

You'll see a man, not too young nor too old.

Sitting on the table with a broken cup of tea.

A pen in one hand and few leaves in the other.

Writing down things that were never written before.

He yearns to escape out of the dreaded cage of my mind.

But the reality of the world has him shackled and bound.

That doesn't stop him from talking more.

I'll say what he wants and do what he wills.

He is a fan of E.A Poe.

Living with his dark enigmatic quotes.

No one knows him, no ones sees him.

Until I pick my own pen.

And write.