The Red Halo

​To be concerned, preoccupied and terrified with a flying mouse that has rabies gives free rein to one's imagination, causing hallucinations and mental lamentations.

​Rejection of reason in my mad brain is the fault of the creator of my pathetic will. I have known since birth that there was something wrong with my mind. These mad thoughts came with no special purpose; they were just there to hound me. They were the master and I was the man. Were these thoughts luck or chance? These thoughts continued to fester and build inside of me. 

My head was in a whirl, I wept from sorrow as my universe dwindled to nothing. I waited for the breaking day when voluminous positive thoughts would spread clear noise in my head. But the thoughts that were splitting my head and blackening my mind with a swarming cloud would never let this be.

Then one night my negative thoughts fleeted from my mind and the positive ones returned. The release from pain was immediate, no longer was I lazy boned, sloth like with offensive body odors. 

But soon I realized that I was still old and a fool and that night something rotten hailed from hell and descended its red halo over the silver moon. The supernatural fear of the mystical red vortex beyond the moon looked like the glow of a burning forest. Round and round the red halo scorched the moon that night. 

Finally, the moon, the last beacon of light was severed from the galaxy and my world of eternal darkness went completely black.