Lunatic ideas not finished or in order

The lunatic dances to the sweet words of madness, a symphony of terror, delight and decay.

Madness is the daily struggle of not becoming someone else no matter how sweet the words they whisper.
The lunatic wants to dance but the stage he must never see.

The lunatic lingers silently in his cell, pondering, waiting, anticipating the moment the door will open and he will be free. Free to lace up his shoes and take the stage.  to dance the dance of madness, to sway to the beautiful symphony of lunacy, to embrace the whispers of sweet dilusion.  locking away the host of the show in the cell that he himself once called home.  to take center stage forevermore.

The host sits silently in his cell, he hears the music, he hears the elegant footsteps of madness as he put prances upon the stage. A stage that was once his.  I started this show he thinks in his head.  but all this time little did I know I was merely the opening act. Lunacy now owns the stage and I shall fade away in darkness never to see the spotlight again. 

The crowd cheers as the lunatic performs his dance of fear and dread.  but the audience isn't real the, the cheers are in his head. The curtain closes and he realizes that he too is a prisoner.  though he was freed from his cell, he is still locked within the prison of the host, forever locked in the darkest corners of his mind. Madness holds the key and writes the show.  there is no freedom from   the whispers in you mind, all that dwell there submit to the strings of madness the eternal puppetmaster