I feel it coming
do you not
the madness
clawing its way through my head,
I run
Down the hallway of my mind
pictures of memories hanging,
consumed by the mass behind me
terrified is not the word,
The madness is coming,coming
I must hide in nowhere
my mind is its canvas now
watch as it paints it mad
powerless I am to stop it,
end of the hall I,ve come,
the creature before me,
screams I hear that are not there ,
he floor begins to collapse,
I fall through,
my sanity gone and i'm lost,
forever trapped in the prison of my mind