Who is this that walks the corridor of my thoughts, chaos in his wake. The one who disrupts the fragile equilibrium that is my psyche.
It is I, the Mad Man
And who is this that endeavors to eradicate all semblance of reason in my one sanctuary. The one who violates then infuses himself into every crevice of my mind, polluting the clear stream of my thought with his persistently vile suggestions.
It is I, the Mad Man
And who is this that continuously infects my mind with his whispers of insanity. The one who desires only to release his base instincts and to unleash upon the world a snarling beast intent upon reducing and subjugating others to his will.
It is I, the Mad Man.
Oh… I See…
But who is this that examines his mind to the point of mental breakdown. The one who’s introspection leads only to conclusions based in paranoia. The one who created a pedestal, in an empty room, on which to stand so he could escape the demons spawned only of his imagination. The one who cowers in the face of himself and whimpers like a child when asked to vanquish those monsters.
Who is this, may i ask?
It is I, the Mad Man
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