The Maniac's Melancholy

In a world of chaos, a maniac does dwell
His mind a wild and twisted carousel
Going crazy, he roams
In his haunted homes
A melancholic madness he knows all too well

In the darkness of his mind, he's lost
His thoughts, like ghosts, they haunt and exhaust
With each passing day
He slips further away
Into a void where reason is tossed

He laughs, but there's no joy in his smile
Just a facade to hide the turmoil
The maniac within
Is drowning in sin
A tragic figure in this melancholic trial

In his madness, he finds no relief
Just a constant and unending grief
His soul is tormented
His sanity demented
A maniac lost in a world of disbelief

So we watch from afar, with sorrow in our eyes
As the maniac succumbs to his own lies
His mind a shattered glass
In this melancholic morass
A tragic tale of a man who never dies

What if I might be like that man?