Though often I've found . . .
Insanity, a nice cliche.
While the world goes round and round.
And passes by, another day.

Walking through dark hallways.
And watching shadows fall.
Falling towards my wicked ways.
And again I hear it call.

Although it's dark
Still, it's comforting to see
While Satan leaves his mark
It's a place I long to be.

But unlike Heaven, Hell or any other.
More or less a state of mind,
Still a place you must discover.

Yet in and out of superstitious ways.
It unfolds like darkness,
And uplifts the haze.

It erases what was done.
Far too long ago to remember.
Yet it burns you up inside.
Down to the very last ember.

It cuts through your mind.
Yet restores your soul.
It can help you unwind.
And even make you whole.

It's stupid and crazy.
And leaves death close at hand.
Cloudy and hazy.
Yet easy to understand.

-Terry Rowland