Take a peek within my mind,
taste the fruit of insanity.
A dreamless abyss of my dark fantasy,
where this fruit dost grow
upon a gallows tree.
Where I lay, slumbering away;
lost to my own world of insanity.
I am my own dream
falling upon time itself;
fluttering away like murder of crows,
into the blood red dusk,
spreading wings to grow.
To be sane is to be insane,
they are one,
an endless cycle;
as I am two but one.
So I say, "Take a bite upon this fruit,
free your mind to a dream;
a forever fantasy,
within my insanity."