Crimson Interloper
Means End
How do you know I'm mad?
You must be
Or you wouldn't have come here
My eyes widen
As I step through into another world
Lucid unlike one's dreams
It seems familiar but not quite
Has something changed
During the night?
I do feel a little different
Now that I think about it
But if I'm not the same today
As I was yesterday, how can I allay
Thoughts cast in disarray?
A shifting identity?
I'm afraid I can't explain myself
Because I'm not myself, you see?
Treading through with a curious gait
The vagrant mask I wear
Negates the world
Simulacrum of a man
(Maybe the shadow is the one who casts the man?)
Springing from the shadow
Paint a picture of me that fits the frame
So I can blend into the madness
Endless regression
Treading through with a curious gait
The vagrant mask I wear
Negates the world
Can it really be that everone is crazy
Or is it only me that's out of my mind?
Does that question even make sense? No
Treading through with a curious gait
The vagrant mask I wear
Negates the world
If I had a world of my own
Everything would be nonsense
Nothing would be what it is
Because everything would be what it isn't
And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be
And what it wouldn't be, it would
You see