Madhouse Soundtrack

High-pitched laughter,
Every morning.
The cock-crow of my existence.
It echoes all day

Sometime through the nights
Penetrating my dreams
Where I see clowns.
Big smiles,
They bring on the crowds.

Laughing, Lord
Save me.
Slowly I hear myself laughing
Until there is no more me.

Just a drooling shell.
Like a true fool
Only to see delights
Of being a baby again.