Have you ever looked upon your hand
in the midst of midnights gloom
the marks upon do tell the tale
of a life once lived and bloomed

Bloomed, the wrinkles do shatter the fantasy
they tell the tale of rot
the midnight sun does shines upon
the many lies of those your brought

Mind unraveled, thoughts astray,
Losing myself in disarray.
In chaos, sparks of brilliance
ignite
Madness unveils creative light.