Bring on the madness

Bring on the madness

There is a logic

To fear

The world is a broken place

Everywhere the wind blows

Cast your eyes

Unto the moon

It is fresh cream

In a teacup sky

A tear

From a blackbird’s eye

Barely clinging on

What if it falls

There can be no more

Pandemonium

Than a man can stand

Where did such a story

Find a voice

When all is said

Nothing frightens me

More than a rainbow

Without an end

Listen to the jabber

Of hidden things

Such tales they tell

Of secrets and whispers

Nothing is ever dead

They are carried

Through the ages

In the stories of an old soul

With a lazy eye

For detail

He rides a grey horse

Travels a winding course

They beat a path

From door to door

I have heard them before

I will hear them no more.