In the Mind of Madness

In the Mind of Madness

I find complete silence terrifying, cause the 

voices in my head never stop screaming.

I call out for sleep, but rest never follows.
Kaleidoscopic dreams play out in my mind.
Chasing white rabbits dressed in waistcoasts
down seemingly bottomless burrows.
For we're terribly late for high tea.
Sipping Earl grey from chipped teacups and
blood from my lip drips onto
 white handkerchiefs.
All I do is admire how
elegantly the blood spreads.
Chakras in disarray, like
perfectly scrambled eggs.
Pleading prayers left unsaid
for they seem to fall on deaf ears.
In my wake, I pinch myself hoping to
be jolted from this nightmare.
Lying faces smile their plastic smile.
I smile in return, to hide the truth.
Mundane on the outside.
Screeching banshee, inside.
Another day gone.
Life goes on.