Mind of a madman

What could ever be in a mind of the madman
What hope is there to be in the heart of a psychopath
Wandering in life as if it were speculation of reason
I am all there is
I am all there isn’t
I pretend to know how to rhyme
As in each time
Every verse comes from a tide
A tide of demons, crumbling my soul
I am your only salvation
As I keep on going to the world of the dammed
Welcome me hell with open arms
As I descend into your warp
For I am a fallen angel of the mind