The Poet’s Ballet

In the depths of my mind
Where the dusk resides
Where the poet's words collide
He weaves tales of dread
Of cosmic despair
A haunting melody
In the depths of thin air

In the depths of my mind
Where insanity lies
Where the poet's words collide
He weaves tales of dread
Of cosmic despair
A haunting melody
In the midst of thin air

The fearless puppeteer
His strings tightly wound
Master of horror
With secrets profound
He paints this canvas
Of ordeals so bleak
Where sanity crumbles
And hope is weak

In the poet's realm, the shivers take their toll
A carnival of madness, hallucinations unfold
The human condition, exposed and laid bare
In his words, a reflection in the face of despair

In the depths of my mind
Where insanity lies
Where the poet's words collide
He weaves tales of dread
Of cosmic despair
A haunting melody
In the midst of thin air

So let us gather, in this morbid light
Embrace the bleakness, as day turns to night
As we ascend, sanity is the cost