Whispers of the Rabbit Hole

In shadows deep, where echoes crawl, I tread the path, where none dare fall. The whispers cold, they call my name, A lullaby of endless flame.Madness wraps me in its shroud, A cloak of night, a thundercloud. I plunge into the depths below, Where twisted roots of madness grow.The world above fades into mist, As lips of chaos softly kissed. I find my peace in tangled lies, Where sanity's fragile tether dies.A dance with demons, dark and sweet, A rhythm lost to time's deceit. I smile as reason drifts away, In this abyss, I choose to stay.For in the madness, I am free, To weave my thoughts in lunacy. No chains of mind, no heavy toll, I find my peace, my rabbit hole.