The Long Road to Madness

The long road to madness, getting shorter by the day,
With every moment of reflection as you kneel and pray.
A silent contemplation of those things you shouldn't say,
And an awful realisation that they won't now go away. 

The long road to madness, its end now drawing near,
Whatever the direction, the outcome is quite clear.
Every conversation with the villains that you fear,
Every whispered word that the others couldn't hear.

The long road to madness, dragged along it by the hair,
By the characters that you're sure were the ones to take you there,
They'll say there is no hope, and you'll no longer care,
For at this road to madness you can do naught but stop and stare.  

The End

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