The Haste of Insanity

Can't you feel the fear
the holding of the hide
the idiot draws near
ready for the fight

He clenches his fists
and prepares for the fall
his mind enters the rifts
to where his loneliness is all

And in this hollow space
his mouth forms careful words
he whispers to this place
while his heart flies out like birds

The burning of the bridges
and falling of the skies
have torn me at the ridges
my soul is my demise

I'm torn between my madness
and all I have forgotten
my fears they bring a sadness
the sons I have begotten

my soul is the forsaken
shadow deep and smile amazed
the echo loud is far from shaken
the core depth of all erased

I tell my sanity to please make haste