Sanity Seen Through the Eyes of a Mad House

Sanity Seen Through The Eyes of a Madhouse''' There he was Alone sitting in darkness with lingering shadows that lurk in and out of troubled dreams waiting like thieves for another walk down memory lane of the chronically driven mind of those gone insane as he peers through a tattered window into the abyss now a thought forsaken of something I still miss he was a man before his birth then darkness errupted like a ing curse taking his hand once innocent away from the goodness inside unbearable was his torment seen in life his dreams now scream with the tortuous cries of a hellish fiend withered like a rose with thorns beautifully floating on a lake without water he finds solace in the solitude of his mind no longer an empty bottle yet solitude was a place of peace where voices are without sound unable to scream and howl shaking his spine weakened with tears falling down trembling jowls as he feels the gripping lure of evil pull towards some beastly figure... a spawn of he himself the devil like sweet misery whispering vengeance waking demons hovering over his sleepless body a soul broken delving repentance midnight was the hour tick tock says the distant eye watching from that eerie tower still... vacant eyes gaze into the realm of terror with laughing remains ashen to the bone afflicted by silence shrouded in mischief bleeding with fright then he glimpses the light of a full moon as panic boils into sight of endless rain poisonous that night reality was a riddle painted on the lifeless walls of a madhouse....?