Machine of Madness
Reynaert Vosveld
I lay awake, choked by my own dreams
The clutch of psychosis tightens my thoughts
Rambling thoughts feed the night terrors
I can't tell apart what real and what not
An unstable mind, restless in panic
The anguish keeps building, fuelled by stress
Irrational fears shroud my cognition
I can't comprehend what has happened to me
Nightmares
Fear
Anxiety
Just cogwheels
In the machine of madness
