Insanity a la carte

 
Glimmering beneath a sheen,
where shadows dance in whispers, unseen.
Veiled chaos, finely painted dreams,
in the cracks madness gleams.

Fragile echoes in twilight's embrace,
haunting glimpses of a fractured face.
Silent screams, behind polished walls,
in the stillness a storm calls.

Beneath the surface, turmoil brews.
Masked by a gloss of tranquil hues.
In the heart, a restless fire,
burning with unspoken desire.

Mirrored reflections, distorted and clear,
a dance with demons ever near.
Eyes that shimmer with concealed strife.
In the lacquer, there pulses life.

Whispers of truth, wrapped in lies.
In painted beauty, anguish cries.
Hidden torment in every stroke.
In the silence madness spoke.

Glimpses of peace fleeting and rare.
In the lacquered world, hearts lay bare.
Silent battles fought within.
In the gleam a life begins.

Shadows waltz in a moonlit maze,
under the lacquer chaos plays.
Fragile dreams in a fragile mind
in the darkness light we find.

Layered illusions in a master’s hand.
In lacquered insanity, we stand.
A world of dreams, nightmares too,
in the sheen, we see what's true.

Underneath the polished veneer
a world of madness ever near.
In the art, our souls confined,
in the lacquered world we’re blind.

Through the cracks, truth will seep.
In the madness dreams will creep.
Painted whispers, silent cries,
in the lacquer, sanity lies.