it started off small
gradually rose
madness and torment
the little things that made it grow

empty choir seats
with the missing melody 

fruits that fell
and sat to rot

i complained 
and no one listened

now the quiet
brings bad memories 

tremble in the
stillness of my home

pangs of misery
arise in given time
now insanity 
controls me

irritably turns
to cruelty

the mayhem 
of the mind