In the silent corridors of my mind,
Whispers of madness softly tread,
A dance of shadows, elusive and blind,
In the echoes of thoughts unsaid.
The moon’s pale glow, a haunting sight,
Guides the waltz of dreams and despair,
In the heart’s abyss, dark as night,
Where sanity and madness tear.
A symphony of chaos, wild and free,
Plays in the soul’s forgotten hall,
Where reason bows to mystery,
And echoes of lost voices call.
Yet in this dance, a truth unfolds,
In madness lies a hidden grace,
A world of wonders, bright and bold,
In the silent, shadowed space.