I do not flinch—not even breath—
Am I a seer, or bait for death?
My thoughts drift smokeward—dim, askew—
A mind invaded, cleft in two.
I dance on wires through fractured air,
Where silence shatters, wisdom dares.
Through fractured mirrors I am hurled—
Each step reveals a spiral world.
I follow cries the ravens rend—
Crowned by madness, I ascend.
“Crowned by Madness” explores the perilous threshold between vision and delusion. The speaker—part seer, part sacrifice—navigates a fractured psychic landscape where revelation comes at the cost of sanity. This poem is a descent into the spiral of insight, where each step shatters the known world.