Am I going mad?
When I look down the stair
To see that lonely lad
Am I just seeing a nightmare?

Hand outstretched to me
Could he possibly
Be putting me into a reverie
And leading me to misery?

The strange faces that I meet
Are they looks of pity?
And is the special way they treat
Me that of cruelty?

Am I just another visitor
In a world of pessimists?
Is an abnormal disaster
Like me labeled a pest?

Are the voices I hear
From every nook and corner
Remnants of their fear
That I might turn and disappear forever?

The dreams that I face
Of an unconfused land
Do they only exist in my scarce
But clear hand?

Is this boy beside
Me a phantom artificial?
Or, as we walk by the ocean’s tide
Is he real?

The bells tolling far
Away in a broken mine
Are they the thumps that mar
My dwindling life line?

Are the black-robed figures
That stalk me every turn
Ghosts of the past trying to lure
Me into a world to burn?

Oh what is this claw
That grips my very essence
And tries to squeeze my raw
Will to get vengeance?

To be treated like a newborn
And locked in a crystal palace
And why don’t people see my forlorn
Pleadings for justice?

Are the shadows afraid
That I might just turn on the light?
Is my dear comrade
A member of their plight?

To chose between
Death or madness’ full?
Who is the sick Dean
Of such a horrible lull?

Where am I to go?
Life’s mysteries are piling on
Does only death know
How to walk the only direction?

Are the thoughts I read
That of my own?
Or am I lead
By a power unknown?

How does one alone
Destroy matters
That involves the very bone
Of a mind in scatters?

With the night closing in
Around my frightened silhouette
I question to life’s sin
How do I forget?

The things and people I see
Taking me further into bliss
Will I ever find the key
To my utter madness?