Dancing Echoes

He danced the dance of mad men,
Cries echoed in his mind,
He stumbled through the darkness,
The shadows made him blind.
The silence here was deafening,
Ground sank beneath his feet,
His memories were morphing,
The masquerade complete.
His head was full of horrors,
Bile rose each time he talked,
A litany of not-quite-right
Followed his limping walk.

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