Finding solace in your madness is so compelling,
I forgot when I became the defector for sanity.
Days just swirl by to catch up with nights,
From a stony darken corner, I watch display of colors.
Sometimes I foster on the thought is it real;
But since when reality convoy with madness.
They are matted within each other’ mind,
Playing coy to conceal the lust for thrive.
Alas at the end only so much can be enthralled,
After all I am, but a mortal lost in madness.