A Madman Staring At The Moon

I stared into the face of madness
I saw my reflection staring back
I stood on the brink of insanity
Only to find myself falling in

So here, am I, hiding away
In my own, secret, padded cell
No one comes here to visit
Because I am locked away inside my head

I am swimming in the sea of lunacy
Now ready for the crazed date of destiny
Wearing my finest straight jacket
I hear laughing, then realise it is me

I thought I was alone in this world
The problems never seem to fade away
So here am I looking up at the night
All the mad men staring at the moon

Chris Smith 2010