Crazies

A mad giggle escaped the asylum of her lips

 

The mausoleum of his mind swung open at the sound of her name

 

The maniac hooted and gibbered in the confines of his cell

 

Mad eyes told me what they'd do to me if the cell door wasn't in the way

 

She twirled her hair and sang, but snatched up the bloody knife as I drew near

 

The lobotomy scar wasn't the only sign his mind was gone…‌‌

 

They drooled and mumbled and shoved their way forward to claim me as one of their own

 

The eyes were empty of reason, yet full of a madman's cunning

 

Shrill laughter bubbled over his mad lips

 

Cackling in her madness, the girl stabbed her mother in the eye

 

I didn't know what madness was until I met her

 

The hag hoarded everything, even trash, and her house was covered in cat shit

 

Behind his madman's smile lurked the soul of a butcher

 

Whatever sanity he had now beat against the prison cage of his mind

 

The horrors in his head were nothing compared to those he unleashed with his blade

 

The more he talked, the less sense he made

 

Her words were a poison river drowning me with their insanity

 

Her lunatic muttering set my nerves on edge

 

The more he talked, the madder he seemed

 

Their minds were lost, yet their bodies continued

 

Sanity-blasting horrors left me speechless

 

The things I saw, no man was meant to see

 

Mumbling madly, all she could do was rock back and forth

 

There were men in padded cells who made more sense than him

 

The things I learned cannot be unlearned and haunt me to this day

 

The madwoman screeched and clawed red furrows across her face

 

He took the broken glass and, winking, slit his own throat

 

Her mad, staring eyes told me she was beyond repair

 

A lopsided grin crudely etched itself across his clammy face

 

The man was mad, there was no doubt

 

The madness of life became the madness of death

 

Cradled in her evil arms, no child could grow up sane

 

Addled minds and drooling mouths peered from every door

 

There was a madness in his eyes that never touched his smile

 

He remained charming to the last, even as he killed them

 

He saw what others could not and heard things, too

 

His brain was an open sewer of insanity

 

Demented ideas were his bread and butter

 

To say he was unpredictable was an understatement

 

For that kind of madness, the only cure was death…‌‌

 

The sewer of his mind swam with perversion

 

The psychic stench of madness seeped from his twisted soul

 

Hers was a special brand of madness, the kind you never saw until it was too late…‌‌