The Lunatic

Words whisper and manipulate,
Playing and decieving with my mind.
As darkness consumes my happiness
That's slowly getting harder to find.

Each thought becomes not my own
The words slowly getting louder.
I wonder, if finally,
I am becoming another.

There is no silence to be found
As the darkness begins to outpour
The Lunatic that is within,
I wish it was never more.

Now my mind is not my own,
Nor my body, nor my soul.
The Lunatic bows to you
In its glorious new role.

How I hope, as I wander in this darkness
If, by some crazy chance,
That you will come along
And take the lead in this crazy dance.

For I relaized the Lunatic's greatest weakness
Is how unstable that it can be.
For you are sane, the balance needed,
To be able to set me free.