#ventart #ventartist #artistsoftiktok #doodle #art #idek #vent #poemtok #poem Madness wears a crown of thorns, woven from dreams that tore and frayed, a kingdom of chaos in a mind where reason stumbles, lost, afraid. The clock spins backward, time unmoored, seconds melting, moments burned. Voices bloom in the empty air, laughter where no face has turned. The walls breathe softly, sighing near, their whispers sweet, their meaning clear. A symphony of broken strings plays truths that only madness hears. Yet in this storm, the colors dance, wild and fierce in their defiance. A kaleidoscope of beauty twisted, a world both cruel and quietly gifted. Am I prisoner or am I free? Does madness serve, or does it rule me? In the mirror, I meet my eyesโ one laughing, one that only cries. The Mindโs Unraveling I walk the edge where reason frays, A trembling thread of scattered days. The clockโs soft tick turns to a scream, Reality bends like a fevered dream. Voices bloom in the cracks of my mind, Each one a stranger, each one unkind. They call my name in a haunting tone, Yet leave me here, utterly alone. The walls breathe secrets I cannot see, Their laughter rings, mocking me. A kaleidoscope of chaos churns, My grip on truth twists and burns. Madness, sweet madness, a cruel embrace, It paints the world in fractured lace. A carnival of shadows and despair, Yet I dance, as if itโs fair. Am I the puppet, or the string? The prisoner, or the king? In this asylum of my own creation, Reason is but a fleeting sensation. So let the tempest take its toll, Shatter the cage, consume the soul. For in the depths of a maddened spree, I find a freedom that feels like me.