Madness Of Others

The sun has set
    and as I wait, the Moon will not rise.
So...
    Sitting in the darkness I reflect
 on that to long
   I have feasted on the Madness of others.
 In a attempt to fill my own emptyness,
    I have let hunger,
          (Blessed by lonelyness)
Lead me into the table of the insane...

Yet, maybe I have always feasted here?

Sitting here, in self induced exile as
   the starving fool,
I indulge in the anguish of others.
   So in foolishness I stuff  myself with the
disillusion of those who crave chaos.

At the crossroads I stand waiting...

It's my hunger that brought me here.
   Longing for substance that will offer a filling
that will leave me more empty
   then I was before...