Madness mind
It won't regret
To kill, to die
It is a threat
Committing crimes
Is what it wants
To break the law
The chance it hunts
Alone against
Society
Ne'er to be
Aligned
It's ill
It's dangerous
It's blind
It's lagging
Far behind

Paper
Ink
Folded centrally
Stains
Blots
Spread maybe randomly?

A test
Abstract
Very bizarre
A man
Dead
Too early, too far
Imperfect the magic
Unfinished his works
Ridiculed by peasants
Spoke ill of by jerks

I ask you, dear reader
What shapes do you see?
What wonders, what horrors,
What imagery?

That will reveal
A lot about you
But only to those
Who observe just and true

And the madness mind?
What things will it see?
Nothing
Because
It just won't agree

August 2019