Painted Madness

The fine line
between insanity and ingenious
is personified
as I watch you paint masterpieces,
while whispering demons
speak to your ears.

Uncontrollable delusions
that hold truths to your mind,
sadly throw your brilliance
into a dimension so off balance,
that I begin to question
my own sanity.

Your equilibrium returns
and again I view a masterpiece,
as whispering voices
retreat down the hall,
closing the door
but never locking them behind.