In the quiet of the night, where shadows dance,
Madness whispers softly, a forgotten trance.
Stars flicker like the thoughts that roam,
In the corridors of a restless, weary home.

The moon, a silent witness to the mind’s decay,
Guides the lost souls on an endless sway.
With every breath, the night grows deep,
As sanity drowns in the sea of sleep.

Voices echo in the hollowed halls,
Madness paints its picture on the walls.
A symphony of chaos, a gentle hum,
In the realm where reason succumbs.

As dawn approaches with a gentle sigh,
Madness retreats, bidding night goodbye.
Yet in its wake, it leaves a trace,
A haunting memory time cannot erase.