malice

 
malicious forsaken in the interim
spike to the brain says I'm mad
curious fascination the mind
no one knows its depths

what warps some elevates others
genius is all about perspective
I think therefor I am

livid propensity stark in the light
darkness is preferred
in the onyx corridor relief is found
on the edge of sanity there is freedom

in the sanctity of dread my soul
bleak casualty of naught
nothing beholds me and laughs
I am foolish to his mind

disturbed truths hide my mirth
to be ridiculed by normalcy absurd
it is by this measure I am found without

I scoff at the notion that I am insane
my ego looks upon me and smiles
it is good with my soul