A sky tainted
with orange wakes
him from his reverie.
The dying air mixes with
the rancid smell of paint.
And the scene falters
like unkempt emotions
while the murky waters drown
the wailing earth.
But who knew
that a simple walk
outside could reveal
to him the demons of this earth?
He cups his hands over his ears,
like the ghostly being he now was,
and screams,
“Madness belongs to me.”
