The possession of a mad man is the only terror

It started soft and slowly With only shallow things An itch or twitch or swallow But kindly not from me The walls would twist and turn at night And I’d be seeing things A pillow to hold a choir within And slowly simple things Would do more then make me mourn myself Do more then make me bleed My chest was heaving rocks and smoke Thrumming up inside I wiped the bloody spit from my lips And gathered up my mind My hands already twitching before I had arrived I was seething but believing it would be alright I recited prayer words to hold me nice and tight And recited to the people what I’d gathered in my mind Fate had run tired of time But perfect was it now To spread its bloody blackened wings And let the truth spill out And it was burbling out my throat And spilling like wine onto the floor And changing it forevermore It felt like drowning but without hope It’s laughter rocking my only core And making me feel like I needed more This ending here was not the end But it should’ve been My thoughts my own left out discovered By everyone but me But I still know the only truth My wide eyes heard its breath come through And it’s not inconceivable That I mustn't have been the only one Speaking in my mind.