Peeking at the world through closed fingers
I glimpsed the horrors that hide in plain sight
Finding doubt where hope still lingers
Tracking scars from an ongoing plight
Madness approaches on the tips of its toes
Creeping around on all fours
It sews its seeds where fear still grows
Leaving refuse scattered along its shores
Madness closes in like a sleuth in the night
It slips down dark corridors
Straining hope like a sieve and replacing it with fright
Like mischievous foes in shadowy corners
Something lurks in forbidden places
Secret figures that creep in our dreams
They’re all that remain of familiar faces
Forever trapped in eternal screams
— David Allen