In the silent corridors of a fractured soul,
Where shadows whisper secrets untold,
Lies the dance of dark insanity’s hold,
A place where light and reason unfold.

Echoes of laughter, twisted and cold,
Wander through halls of memories old,
A fragile mind in chaos enfold,
In this realm, no truth can be controlled.

The moon casts its silver, a haunting sight,
Guiding the lost in eternal night,
While sanity crumbles, taking flight,
Leaving behind a world of fright.

Yet in the madness, a spark may ignite,
A beacon of hope, a flicker of light,
To mend the pieces, set things right,
And banish the darkness from its blight.