Lying in hidden thought
He began to wonder of the strange deed
Twisting and turning the rusty gears is what he sought
Rough and wild emotions taking heed

Once and only once did it ever come to mind
How dark and counteractive this raw pretense turned
And the stain of time would soon come to find
No responsibility ever taken or learned

Demons began to twitch and warp strings
Into strange forms wedged deep in between the darkest crevice
Taking strides through his sub-conscious, creating hideous things

He shot up into reality’s premise looming over, straight and tall
Watching his warped sense of sanity rise and fall