Madness Is Free

Here I sit
Telling tall tales
To myself there all lies,
And in the baring sickish grin
Forming beyond a smile upon my face
Everything hides behind blue eyes,
Hearing teams of laughter
Imagining everyone pointing
Towards me,
But its
Not people or anyone I know
Except I laughing at myself.

Think of a time
When everything else was normal
And you a great wine stain upon white rugs,
How else are we to go
Being removed for better cleaner
Exterminated like bugs,
Where is a world
That exists for a friend
Such as I,
The imagination I've created
Reflects a mirror on the out
So I can live on the inside.

This life of fantasy
Doesn't pretend to
Last forever,
Solitary walls are breaking
Balance that was never there
Contemplates souls for the taking,
Deceiving all those
Who believed
When they looked into the innocent blues,
Should of stared
To see a flash of red
An explosive lit fuse
Accepting payment from the dead.

If we could notice
Signs of evil to come
But you cant,
When and where
The possessed grow
Carrying out devil plans
Collecting unwilling souls
Other than their own.