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Poems of A Madman Part I


Searching for answers in deep, dark places

Why must it hide from me?

My shaking hands lift stones and move branches

I force my blind eyes to see

Closer and closer and closer still

It’s here, I can feel it

I can hear the voice, feel its thrill

Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop

If only it would show itself to me

Move from the deep trenches that stretch across my mind

I’m locked in a room and it clutches the key

Searching, searching, searching through time

I look for it, it looks for me

Why does it keep hiding?


I can feel it scratching at the walls, I feel its stare

Why must it crawl across the floor?

Just out of my reach, my fingers grasp at empty air

Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop.