A Madness Lost In Time

A Madness Lost In Time

In a silent room, the world shut out,
Doors sealed tight, no way about.
Walls close in, the air grows cold,
Floors creak soft where shadows hold.

There, within the dimming gleam,
The voice inside begins to scream.
Not outside, but deep in motion,
Swirling thoughts like a raging ocean.

Its whisper cuts me, sharp and whole,
Tearing straight into my soul.
Its echo like endless black caves.
It twists my actions and is convinced,
Unimpressed by my fight to resist

Its presence overwhelming, intense, profound.
It seems to lurk in every thought I've found.
Yet nowhere can it be confined.
Unbound by reason, unbound by time.

Its symbol is a fractured mirror,
A shifting shadow that draws me nearer.
It never seems to whisper the same,
But I recognize it, I know its game.

It doesn’t speak, but still erodes,
It plants twisted visions into my head.
It often rises in the quiet decay,
Where the sane mind meets its prey.

The hope that I could silence its call
Dissolves within the breath of nightfall.
And yet I feel something like need.
I don’t want to fight it, I won’t be freed.
There is obsession I can’t deny.
A pull that will make my mind go awry.

Is it the creeping doubt that speaks to me?
An inner demon no one else can see.
Is it the fracture that broke my grace?
That vanished deep without a trace.
Or is it something else, no one can describe?
A madness lost in time, now unknown to us and mystified.
Who is this void that is greater than a single mind?
It was always there and our paths are intertwined.

Through the hours and through the nights,
I feel it creeping where reason dies.
I hear murmurs echo, from depths I can’t flee,
It rises from my thoughts and grins at me.

It shows me its endless voids, so pitch-black deep.
Its whole form always makes the light retreat.
It stares – yet I don’t see its eyes,
A gaze that warps and terrifies.

It laughs distorted – but yet somehow,
I feel no sanity anymore.
It radiates a crushing sense of dread,
But at the same time I feel it’s bred.

I question still what birthed its form.
What silence spawned it before the storm.
I question still what birthed its form.
What silence spilled out before the storm.
Its intentions are not clear,
But I crave it, when it draws near.

Through the void of my darkness it seems to glow, with a light unlike the light I know.
And yet I feel something like need.
I don’t want to fight it, I won’t be freed.
There is obsession I can’t deny.
A pull that will make my mind go awry.

Is it the creeping doubt that speaks to me?
An inner demon no one else can see.
Is it the fracture that broke my grace?
That vanished deep without a trace.
Or is it something else, no one can describe?
A madness lost in time, now unknown to us and mystified.
Who is this void that is greater than a single mind?
It was always there and our paths are intertwined.

Oh, I know that it is superior to me.
When it surges, I’m lost in its sea.
Yet through it I feel unhinged and strong,
More deranged and my grip is gone.
It consumes and sustains me at the same time.
It is a curse and chain I can’t unbind.

Is it the creeping doubt that speaks to me?
An inner demon no one else can see.
Is it the fracture that broke my grace?
That vanished deep without a trace.
Or is it something else, no one can describe?
A madness lost in time, now unknown to us and mystified.
Who is this void that is greater than a single mind?
It was always there and our paths are intertwined.

I question still what birthed its form.
What silence spawned it before the storm.
I question still what birthed its form.
What silence spilled out before the storm.
Its intentions are not clear,
But I crave it, when it draws near.

Oh, I know that it is superior to me.
When it surges, I’m lost in its sea.
Yet through it I feel unhinged and strong,
More deranged and my grip is gone.

It consumes and sustains me at the same time.
It is a curse and chain I can’t unbind.

Is it the creeping doubt that speaks to me?
An inner demon no one else can see.
Is it the fracture that broke my grace?
That vanished deep without a trace.
Or is it something else, no one can describe?
A madness lost in time, now unknown to us and mystified.
Who is this void that is greater than a single mind?
It was always there and our paths are intertwined.