Beneath the moon's silent conspiracy,
Shadows dance with a mind's alchemy.
Psycho poetry, a fractured art,
Where sanity and chaos never part.

In ink-stained corridors of the soul,
Echoes of whispers, tales untold.
Madness weaves its lyrical threads,
A poetic psychosis in the heart it sheds.

Twilight dreams in shades of noir,
The psyche's echo, a haunting choir.
Moonlit verses in a dance so strange,
A kaleidoscope of thoughts deranged.

Through the looking glass of twisted dreams,
Reality fractures, reality screams.
Psycho poetry, a journey within,
Where the line between sin and salvation is thin.

© ABIRAL KARKI