I try to write of madness

Proper images escape my...my what?

Understanding? Recognition?

Damp hallways with crumpling plaster walls

And flickering lights

Resurrect themselves within the barren fields

Of my ravaged mind

They blink themselves into existence

I breathe out and the walls breathe in my sickness

I'll put to words the images that parade

Throughout the waking Abyss:

The old woman that ate beetles

The headless little girls

They beckon me, and step pass and into the walls

Their despair, their lunatic laughter

Gnashing teeth, shaking hands

The delicious madness of it all

The hysterical reality of the insanity welcomes me back into the fold

And I am home at last