Into Madness

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I don’t know where or what I am,
But when I think I
Cannot stop
To wonder what is going on.

I’m dying, dying, dying
Says that voice that lurks within me, crying.

What’s the time?
I’ll phrase a rhyme
About my ending coming soon.

And then I’ll prune
That ugly thought
My mind has wrought
By luck alone.

I’ll find that throne
Where reason sits to judge.
And logic dies as I won’t budge
To give it room to breathe.

For now I seethe
In anger that I cannot place.
And now, I trace
The path that led me here.

A bridge of fear
Has brought me here
But with your hand
I can walk the strand
Of withering yellow string,
And you may bring
Me back to who I am again,
No longer insane.