bedlam

 
the scepter of sin fell to me
I purger not myself
in my forbearance I bear it?
no...a recluse guard of my sanity
it rule me, not I it
ridiculed for bedlam I was dethroned

Queen of nothing no more
little less than a coward's prayer held me together
the court jesters scoffed at my fall
a long way down into delirium's bosom
where I languish in the hall of fun house mirrors
a distortion of truth...no

the visage revealed was acute but true
to my dismay I was pale and gaunt
I smile at the specter I saw
she smiled back teeth bared

I look behind...my shadow creep up on me
claws and fangs out
it wanted my blood
in the end it was realer than I

one look into my soulless eyes
and my shadow collapse and die
the grim collect his due
at least it had a soul to steal

so said I