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Madness
A prisoner of my mind
The darkest place of all
The only place where I am free
To tear down all the walls
The one place where I feel at home
Dark visions rise up from the loam
Were I to give up my one sanctuary
I would find my free will's obituary
I desire to set it free, to let the madness flow from me
To delve within a world of sin, to let the fun and games begin
How can I be sick? If it was wrong, why would I smile?
This feeling of elation comes when I commit deeds vile
Why shouldn't I be able to release the beast inside?
Why should I be forcing such enthralling thoughts to hide?
The world is just not ready, it tries to snuff me out
But I will not be smothered, nor will I be tossed about
I'll show you all what lurks just beneath my murky depths
I'll cast aside this masquerade at which I am adept
The shadows will swallow the light, as young ones grip their pillows tight
As I lay my intentions bare, they all will have to stop and stare
Yet they aren't even halfway there, there's so much more to my nightmare
The screams and laughter eccho down vast and empty halls
the air reeks of sulfuric fumes, as blood drips down the walls
Disorienting patterns, doors of every shape and size,
and behind each and every one, a newfound horror lies
Unconsciously the currents of these corridors corrode
And counter careless errors that your cranium controls
If you could cave, and crawl in here where calm collides with scary,
you can correct the crushing flaws that currently your carcass carries
I expect you not to understand, you haven't learned quite yet
Your mind is still too bland, but lucky you, the stage is set
The further down we go, the less you'll find makes sense
This is truly what madness is, that's why I've named it hence.
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