Puddle of Water

Madness comes
without warning
a thief in the night
stealing precious pearls
of wisdom.
Reality becomes
obscured,
a reflection 
in a puddle of water
after a pouring rain
right angles
becomes curves
curves falling into lines
A line turns into a point.
Where one million angels
dance on the head of a pin. 
am I alive or dead
I ponder my existence
over coffee and cigarettes
the dirt from the grave
builds up under the finger nails
as I dig deeper
into the despair of being human
teeth began to rot
after singing mantras
to a forgotten God.
Save me Lord
falls of deaf ears
the master of heaven
has gone fishing
as manic depression
captures my soul,
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT
but I do know,
my soul has a hole,
that will never be filled.