past the singing keening madness
of the badness in your mind
feel the wrenching clenching coldness
sinking past your
(ever faster)
failing grip upon the time
left to sanity's ascendence
victim now of doom's decendents
dancing, gibbering, relentless
on the badness in your mind
so the spiders keep on weaving
and the lovers keep deceiving
but you just go on believing
everything will work out fine
pay no heed
(the voices need)
to what you hear
(to keep you near)
as laughter twirls and whirls and capers
streaming iridescent vapours
snuffing thoughts to smoking tapers
in the badness in your mind.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Midsummer, in the year 74 MA.