Shadows twist and turn,
The mind, once clear, begins to fray and split.
A whisper in the night becomes a roar,
And echoes dance like phantoms on the walls.
Reason, a fleeting specter, slips away,
As madness grips with icy, trembling hands.

The world distorts, a kaleidoscope of fear,
And sanity, a fragile thread, unspools.
Faces morph and voices merge, a din
Of chaos swirling in a storm of thought.
Time fractures into shards of broken glass,
Each moment sharp, a dagger to the soul.

The heart, a drumbeat lost in errant sync,
Pounds frantic rhythms to a silent song.
Reality, a fading dream, dissolves,
And in its place, the shadows grow and thrive.
The mind, a labyrinth with shifting walls,
Traps sense and nonsense in a cruel embrace.

Yet in the dark, where reason’s light has died,
A strange and terrible beauty blooms.
Insanity, a twisted, writhing vine,
Entwines the soul, a dance of fear and flight.
Here, in the depths, where shadows reign supreme,
The mind unravels, lost, and yet alive.

She is exactly who she’s always been,
But now, the mask has cracked and fallen free.
The real persona, hidden deep within,
Emerges fierce, unfiltered, raw, and true.
And those who thought they knew her face the truth,
For madness strips the veil, reveals the core.