Head Talk

I came to it, to the realization that I was more than just mad. I was more than just mad, my madness stretched and depraved itself within in branches of deep fog. Protecting and sheltering itself from the rare cloud and rain of sanity. Madness, all men had it. They all heard it being whispered to them delicately, sweetely and delicately in their ears by phantom whispers. Madness in these homes, in these homes...spread, spread like an infection. As men itched and scratched at their skin and poked ...