Set it free, the shrieking banshee inside.
Not the harp, nor the lyre can lull now.
Let the mandrake sleep in warmth,
Darkness can take care of what light can't.
Shattered mirror, blown candles, unsaid words,
Full moon, gibbous,crescent and new moon,
a cycle, aftermath of some whimsy shade.
Tangled in a delusion, crevasses in the storm.
Moments of silence, vows of the day,
Torn apart, thrown to the darkest shadows.
"Follow me.", you cry in the black to the dark.
"Leave alone.",you say putting the lights.
Crazy, deluded, demented in a Kirk,
Picking the pieces of the maze of sanity.
Voices echoing, shadows swirling in madness.
Truth camouflaged,behind the canopy of love.
Nightmares with eyes wide open it is,to not belong..!
