In the midnight hour, the whispers grow loud,
Shadows dance and form a shroud.
Within my mind, a tempest swirls,
Madness unfurls, like a flag unfurled.
The stars above, they start to spin,
A cosmic dance, where dreams begin.
Lost in the maze of thoughts so wild,
Sanity’s grasp feels so beguiled.
Voices echo in the darkened hall,
Answering a silent, haunting call.
Fragmented visions, broken dreams,
Nothing is ever as it seems.
Through the chaos, a sliver of light,
Guides me through the endless night.
Embracing madness, finding peace,
Where turmoil and serenity finally cease.