Eluetheromania

Scratching pointed nails Broken recorder, silence hails Rotting poppies, white lies Shrouded visages, everyone dies Or were they already dead Trudging headless heads weeping souls, sweeping hollows Behind me, a Putrid future that follows A Clairvoyance claim, mimes a mania Of a madman, it guffaws in hysteria A madman that chomps on flesh And lives in its own woeful mesh Its voices fumbles and rumbles Akin to my mothers, my fathers and mine that trembles Until it screeches as they lock me away And In the theatre of my mind, it plays, It plays and it plays and it plays, (Sharp Pins in gorey eyes, smashed heads Pierced Eyeballs oozing, hair all red; Scratching pointed nails Broken recorder, silence hails Rotting poppies, white lies Shrouded visages, everyone dies) "For A zeal for freedom, am I losing myself?"