~ Madness ~

This must by how becoming mad is...

Curses falling through the air,

Clear-less sky, a lair.

A hope on the horizon,

A soul left to blossom.

No joy, no pain,

No life ever again.

Uselessness before and after,

Never, ever coming over.

Killer flowers with wilting petals,

The last of melancholy is lethal.

There is a green light in the sky,

But no one can fly that high.

A death glimmering,

Following, haunting, living.

One eyes sunken,

And the other away driven.

One mind in,

And out the other has been.

Lips turned evil,

Parted to the second level.

At a loss, ears tear,

Everything blear.

Screams and shouts

And fellows with snouts.

Weird calls and full moons,

Creeping up behind at noon.

Grey clouds squirming,

No blue sky ringing.

 

Them, them, them,

Becoming an idem.

He, he, he,

Shouting bleakly.

You, you, you,

Turning blue.

Me, me, me,

Trying to flee.

Author's Note

Don't even try to understand it...