Madhouse

This is my latest work and my longest yet...It's basically a work in progress.
This was inspired by so many things...Mainly T.S Eliot's 'The Hollow Men' and 'The Wasteland' as well as some Bob Dylan songs...
Here goes:
The night does not whisper,
The moon cannot shout.
I'm quite sick of my own anger,
And all the hate I spout.

Come with me, for I sing a wasted tune,
Of wasted words and wasted time,
Come with me, for I am your soul.
I can teach you the morals of your life,
So that you wouldn't die at all.

For I march wherever my angry destiny,
Shall lead my heavy heart.
Though my eyes collapse, the time elapsed,
Is nothing since the start.

Come with me for I speak of emotion,
And of the only way you can right a wrong.
And then you feel that feeling,
Like finding beauty in a Dylan song.

Though scuttling across the wasteland,
Is not too good for one's soul,
I march, again, not scared a bit,
For I don't have one at all.
I don't know when this began,
And when it has to stop.
When a bell rang in my head,
And I fell the way you cannot fall.

Contradiction does not bloom,
Anything but its own form.
The door opens to the cleanest row,
And as I await her in the room,
I'm two degrees above the norm,
And I do not know.

I heard her whisper to my ears,
That she didn't like it here.
And in my eyes she felt a gaze,
My hint of fear.

And lonely skeletons walk up and down,
Going down the isle.
From time to time, they whisper words,
A subtle rhyme.

"Once upon a time, I died in pain,
Once upon time, I felt you here.
Once upon time, I died again,
Once upon a time, I was free"

And though the madness here was a bit too much,
As the scene was on the verge of breaking down.
There was a woman acorss me who looked insane,
She sang and wore a plastic crown.

"One. Two. Three. Four. Six.
Drink the water of the light,
Seven. Eight. Eleven pigs,
Wandered in the night"

Then she danced a tune of Waltz,
And glanced in her personal hell.
She laughed and spoke those words,
That I really couldn't tell.
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This poem is still to be completed with more 'scenes' from the madhouse...Or something a little more mysterious, I'm not very sure.