Know Me

I see their madness in the darkness of light.
Intangibles in the ways of life.
In bottles, or rocks, the extremes of insanity prevail.
Never trusting, only hearing voices and unconscious minds.
Never ending voices everywhere.
Unconscionable desires for the nectar of their madness.
Never no end to their sadness.
Conscious for briefs period of time.
Not desiring a conscionable mind.
They do what they most to return to that fantasyland.
Returning to their tombs of despair.
Always being nowhere.