Out of my Skin/by:haunted lunacy
Out of my skin
I long to be,
just rattling bones
so happy and free.
I have no desire for
objects and wealth.
My only wish is to
be someone else.
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 fa...
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