There is a violent madness that hides inside all of us,
some oppress the chaos, others live in denial
Once in a blood moon, hidden in a dark room,
vibrations of bedlam, a paracosm of two
For the world that we see through a hidden marquee,
a putrid stream for the mentally ill
Yet with no hesitation, a dark star pulsating,
you plunge into the void, then pull me through
Fret not, for each thought gives birth to brilliance
as we stir the cauldron of the sacred brew
Blood and water, son and daughter,
resilient to the universe we devour and consume