By The Drifter From Heaven
In the depths of the mind, a darkness resides,
A madness that creeps—with a gaze that hides.
Shadows frolic with whispers low,
The heart beats fast in a frantic pace,
As reason flees and chaos shows its face.
The cloud of madness unleashes, biting each thread of light,
An explosion of emotion—of reason unknown;
The dark muses dance, singing a song of blight,
Mind and soul gyrating—all sensation blown.
The walls closing in, with a suffocating clasp,
The threads of sanity unravel—a final gasp.
As sanity snaps, longing and despair are dispatched;
The wall of pain crumbled... a freedom snatched.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 7:57 AM UTC
By The Drifter From Heaven
In the depths of the mind, a darkness resides,
A madness that creeps—with a gaze that hides.
Shadows frolic with whispers low,
The heart beats fast in a frantic pace,
As reason flees and chaos shows its face.
The cloud of madness unleashes, biting each thread of light,
An explosion of emotion—of reason unknown;
The dark muses dance, singing a song of blight,
Mind and soul gyrating—all sensation blown.
The walls closing in, with a suffocating clasp,
The threads of sanity unravel—a final gasp.
As sanity snaps, longing and despair are dispatched;
The wall of pain crumbled... a freedom snatched.