Demented ManiaAnger sears my expression, blights my reasoning and carves delicate wrinkles atop my forehead. This dreadful scowl is proof of the foul poison which trickles down my brain, a mania that does away with every speckle of sanity. I glance up and peere about the clouds swimming through the heavens. They are nebulous faces, sporting their own jolly grimaces, and laughing at me with the indistinct, low hiss of the morning breeze. The whole world dwarfes me in its cold embrace. I can't take it anymore. STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!Demented Mania
