Whispers in the shadows, creeping cold and bare,
Echoes of a dead man’s laugh, twisting through the air.

Schizophreniac escape, from the grip of my own mind,
Death is lurking, ever waiting, leaving sanity behind.

Mirrors crack, reflecting screams, a carnival of dread,
Fingers clawing at the seams, a tapestry of red.
The silence screams, a deathless dream, a waltz with living death.

No!