IN THE MOUTH OF MADNESS

"A reality is just what we tell each other it is. Sane and insane could easily switch places, if the insane were to become the majority. You would find yourself locked in a padded cell, wondering what happened to the world."
 
The elder one is calling
whispering
SCREAMING
not dead
BUT DREAMING
Do you dare speak His name
scribbling
CARVING
his name
ENGRAVING
 
Nightmares, awake and breathing new life
Right here and now at the shrine of night
Far reaching, no meaning
Other than to devour all signs of life
Elder names written in blood on the page
Unbowed, eternal, before the flame
The grieving, the bleeding
Cattle of man summoned to their graves
 
"Do you want to know the problem with places like this? With religion, in general? It's never known how to convey the anatomy of horror. Religion seeks discipline through fear... yet doesn't understand the true nature of creation. No one's ever believed it enough to make it real. The same cannot be said of my work."

Witness the horror through the all seeing eye
Shuffling steps of the weak follow the signs
The end of all time when Judgment Day arrives
Become one with the gore when everyone dies
 
In The Mouth of Madness
Lost in the darkness
The Mouth of Madness
Long live the carcass
 
THE MOUTH OF MADNESS
THE MOUTH OF MADNESS
 
"I think, therefore you are."
 
t H E
 
M o u T H
 
oF
 
M a D N e S S
 
The portal is now yawning
opening
SCREAMING
not dead
BUT DREAMING
The writing on the walls
bleeding
DAMNING
our fates
INVITING
 
"This is not the ending. You haven't read it yet."