The night just arouses suspicion.
Streets laced with lamps, clouds in a trance.
Time seems to lose its position.
Trying to flee, the darkness I see,
Heart rate increases, “Is this a dream?”
Where will I be without sanity?
Madness is not a decision.
I walk amongst angels, discussing this life,
Feeding my soul, enhancing my sight.
But if I blink I’ll be lonesome tonight.
Your mind is the ultimate prison.
“Where are they going?” The on-lookers say.
Pointing and smirking, as if they’re o.k.
Most-likely knowing, they envy our way.
If not then why would they listen.
Trying to flee, the darkness in me,
Examine my youth, and all that I see,
Vague memories about sanity.
Madness I hear when I listen