Brought to a boil,
Chaotic vapors churn beneath.
Haunting the edge of vision,
Shifting silently along the soil.

Demons of dark,
Poisoned blade hidden by the sheath.
Drawn for the first incision,
Sadistic surgeon eventually makes his mark.

Dirge of the sane,
Mantra for those touched in the head.
I dance to a tune seldom heard,
For you may never know the refrain.

Broke in the brain,
Society remains misled.
I can cover the absurd,
So am allowed to go with the grain.