The Gallows Of Madness/by:Haunted Lunacy

Do they think me mad? Do they

 judge me insane?

Do they hang me from the gallows, 

for this tragedy Inside my brain? With 

their wretched fingers they point,

and with their condemning eyes 

they stare. their trial has been 

decided unjust and unfair. Do 

they seek to lock me away

for these words that I write? 

Will they come to slay their devil

under the darkness of night. 

No! I will pick up my pen the 

poet said, and fight to the 

death with these words inside 

my head. I will drown them in 

the ink of my sorrow and my pain. 

I will rend their soul to pieces and 

make them love me once again.

I ask again. Do they think me mad? 

I think they do,

For, these words that I write,

I write about you.