My Locked Bottle of Madness

I keep it with me always
My little locked bottle
In my pocket, where it stays
until heavy rain

I pop its head open
Removing scalp from brain
With the key only I have
Strung with silver chain

One, two, I drop them in
Every ounce of madness within
Seal it tight, click goes the lock
Once again, solid as rock

Tick, tock, my time to talk
Sane as can be, it´s a cakewalk!
Knock, knock, who´s there?
Whoever it was they´re no longer here

Aren´t I a comical nightmare!
Making business out of my own despair!
Bringing my locked bottle everywhere
With little sanity to spare

Don´t expect to hear any prayers
I´ve forgotten them behind all these layers
Rather than opening my bottle of madness
I´d rather wait til it cracks from sadness
Until the very end, as glass cuts my palm
I´ll stay locked, dead calm