Welcome to Madness
You have one chance to leave, but I hope you don’t take it. This is not a place for weak constitutions, and frankly, I hope it kills you. There’s no room left under the covers, and the thing beneath your bed hasn’t fed, not for weeks. The crows have returned to prove why murder is the name of their flock. Children know the name of god and won’t tell for fear of... hush! Even a whisper could end the world. Wish for the failure you knew last night would succeed. And pray it’ll all make sense when you turn your eyes inside out. Escape the rain from the frying pan into the fire.
Don’t you remember when the world was full of possibilities? Every twist of shadow was a creature lurking; the rustle of leaves really sounded like whispers; birds looked able to talk and were just waiting to confess, "We want your blood." Isn’t it time you got back to madness?
Don’t you remember when the world was full of possibilities? Every twist of shadow was a creature lurking; the rustle of leaves really sounded like whispers; birds looked able to talk and were just waiting to confess, "We want your blood." Isn’t it time you got back to madness?