Hallucinating

How do you know you’ve gone mad? Is it the overwhelming surprising gloom’s of that seem to be everlasting moments of sad? The shadows you see dancing across the room. The speed of reaction time versus the speed of the way they move. The chills I feel run over my body. My mind not melting but aging badly. I lose cells of happiness but gain more of melancholy. Like it’s been in the fridge too long it’s rotting. What have I become? Merely a man unknowing to what he’s succumb. I hear things catch a contact. I say things that sign a contract. I know they’ll come for me. I guess I’m not forever alone when they comfort me, if you can call it comforting. I don’t randomly shiver there’s reason to it. Darkness fall over I’m so tired of running I slowly ease into it. It’s become intuitive. Depression takes hold on to the ignition as if it has to take initiative. Dousing the flame that once driven it. That’s my soul isn’t it? It’s wind chill picked up temperature became lower. Signs of my madness lead me mad the effect of hell freezing over. There’s something around me that surrounds me it’s surroundings I can never escape it’s scold. Ironic through this poem I have to lay hands on my soul. Astoundingly profound screams inside it as I write it calmly. The ironic part is my soul looks over me, watches and lays it hand on me. Then it snaps and I come out from it’s darken bonding and strange collage making. And as I lay down I realize I am only hallucinating.