Madness is a will with no place to go.
With nothing to embrace, darkness takes hold.
A touch so cold, and a smile so sinister.
This makes a person that no one is close to.
You can see the nothing in their eyes.
What comes out in their speech may surprise.
Their words come out as smooth lines.
Like a knife so thin, their words can reach you.
Like the dark within, the words now have you.
Pale, are the hands that reach you.
Blank, like the mind within you.
Like your sight, your heart, your soul reaches out to him.
This that took you, in truth, is grim.
With that that touch, all that is you leaves.
With cloud of black, he continues on as he pleases.