Mental Illness

A whisper in the dark
With tones of darkened madness
Shattered dreams filter through the seams
The sound of silent whispers
Vibrations
Taunt the mind
I'm being caught up in this fix
Whirlwind
Satan laughing spreads his wings
The mood of solitary confinement
Blackened ideals are gone
Worry sets in
The fragile egg shelled shape of the mind
Poe was exposed to this madness
Cobain even joined the side of resistance
Morrison was in a drug torn stupor
Joplin sang it's blues
There is a flag flying high toward it's solidarity
The ideal thought of being sane takes a back seat after all
Helter Skelter
Many have tasted it's evil demise