Madness And Her Thousand Young



Oh no, she's awake!



As a pristine cupido she dwells in her abode

A repellent nimbus secures her scarcely uncouth brains



Thither goes my sanity!



The narcotic deluge leaves me in parched dismay

Whilst I realize the nigh vortex only from afar



Led astray to dance like a wincing spasm,

I am trying to elude the roaring maelstrom, drawing nearer



I tumble and fall into my unfathomed mind



Thus it has finally arrived,

My reckoning moment of truth

And I am willing to do penance



In every wish you speak,

In every thought you think they hide

On every move you make,

On every breath you take they ride

They are the pupils of Great Mistress Nausea

They are the children of dementia,

If children they are ... ?



Her unhinged kinship entices my abysmal zest

As with diligence I ascend the close apex



She will harass again!

... mother?