The Night I Lost My Mind

Tick... Tock...

Tick... Tock...

The hands are moving fast.

Tick... Tock...

Tick... Tock... 

The thoughts have all but passed.

The nights are growing colder, and the carpets getting warm;
Yet here I still lay, poisoned by your gentle touch. 
How could a lamb hurt the wolf? 

But we both know, don't we? 
That isn't quite how the story goes. 

It was never your laugh that I strode for, but the absence of it. 
I needed you to hurt, 
I needed to be the one.

I needed to be the one that saved you.
I needed the feeling, of being remembered,
of meaning something. 

So I broke your bridges, 
and I dropped the dome over your decaying city.
I stole your food, and poisoned your water. 
I made you need me,

I made you.

I made you. 

I made you cry yourself to sleep,
I made you draw lines upon your skin, 
because when I wasn't there to hold hand, 
you did nothing but fall to your destructive mind. 

How could you possibly stand on your own?
When all I did was break your bones. 
I made you this way,
I did,

And In a way,

I liked it.



Yet here I stand now, 
A wolf weak as ever, 

cowering before the lamb that once stood between my jaws.
Ironic, is it not?

I just wish I could say sorry.

You The People.

Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to BRUTES,
Men who DESPISE you, 
ENSLAVE you; 
Who REGIMENT your lives, who tell you what to do, what to think, and what to feel!
Who DRILL you, 
DIET you, 
Treat you like CATTLE, 
Use you as CANNON FODDER. 
Don't give yourselves to these UNNATURAL MEN! 
MACHINE MEN with
MACHINE MINDS and 
MACHINE HEARTS! 
You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men! 
You have the love of humanity in your hearts! 
You don't hate! Only the UNLOVED hate; 
The UNLOVED and the UNNATURAL.
Soldiers! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! 
In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it is written: 
That the kingdom of God is within man, 
Not one man 
Nor a group of men, 
But in ALL men! In you!
You, the people, have the power, 
The power to create machines, 
The power to create happiness! 
You, the people, have the power 
To make this life free and beautiful, 
To make this life a wonderful adventure. 
Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power. 
Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, 
A decent world that will give men a chance to work, 
That will give youth a future and old age a security. 
By the promise of these things, BRUTES have risen to power. BUT THEY LIE!
They do not fulfill that promise. They never will! 
Dictators FREE THEMSELVES but they ENSLAVE the people. 
Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world! 
To do away with NATIONAL BARRIERS!
To do away with GREED, 
With HATE, 
And INTOLERANCE! 
Let us fight for a world of reason, 
A world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness. 
You the people.
You.



- Charlie Chaplin, The Great Dictator Speech, 1940.