Mad

How foggy are the thoughts of madness
Bloody it smells, and hurls through darkness
Safety not guaranteed, we need guidance
To deliver us from the clasps of blindness

Danger is drawing near
Shakes us, trembles us with fear
Hands are tied, situation be wild
Evil is the deed, the mad that wear

Madman is at the rear
With its strength, just like a bear
Cannot stand the shriek to hear
His breath, now sensed more clear

Blood and fog, mixed with madness
Drives him crazy, that solitary sadness
Never be sure, but it thinks us lie
If the madman touches, he will die!