Yes, I am the savage forest of ideas
Tangling, sprouting all the while calling for spotlight.
The sun is my poison but I like the way he feels on me.
I blossom when he calls and I drop in his absence.
I am that shadow of shadows whom shadows fear.
The dark thoughts that caress the living and consume the masters.
I am not the devil but evil is my game.
Have you not heard of Madness?
I am Madness,
I am that voice seasoned with brutal drum beats
The raking of skulls questioning my command.
I am the idea of change that comes suddenly, the sting
But I am not an idea
I am the version of hidden languages and bloody mystery
I am the spark of Frankenstein and Caesar’s caution.
The more you look, the less you see.