The Darkness of Madness

The madness, it’s all encompassing, the only field of vision is what stands before your mind’s eye, the third eye. Vague meaningless images and words move past in a flurry and when it’s not them then it’s the pure unfiltered darkness.
Out of this darkness come the voices. These voices I like to call the spirits or my spirit friends. They guide me through the dark forest of shadows, whispering, giggling, calming me down, telling me that the other side of sanity is not that different from here, “it’s all cosmetic” they say.
Occasionally there’s a moon in what I can only assume is a black sky. I stare up at it as I’m being whisked away by hands I do not see. In their grasp, I am hypnotized, all I see is varying shades of black, I ask what exactly we are doing here and all they do is laugh so I join in the laughter and we laugh out hearts out. At least I do.
I hear music in the distance, my favorite genres of music. There is also bickering coupled with laughter and I strain my eye, the mind’s eye to see through this darkness, all to no avail.
My friends are not corporeal but they are identifiable by their unique voices and I’m not afraid, they give me no reason to be when all we do is laugh at each other pointlessly and when were done laughing they just abandon me like that to the light. The light at the end of my tunnel vision, the light of my laptop upon which I see that it has been 3 hrs since I lay on this bed looking at the dark ceiling.