Crazed Mind Tango

In my head, there's a council, a parliament of sorts,
Voices squabble, and bicker, in never-ending retorts.
"Oh, welcome to the circus," I laugh, tipping my hat,
"To the madness symposium, where my sanity's at."

Madman: "You're the whispers in my shadows, the chatters in my brain."
Voices: "We're the logic in your madness, the sanity you feign."
Madman: "You're the jesters in my theatre, the actors in my plight."
Voices: "We're the script of your existence, in darkness and in light."

"We are the keepers of your secrets, the dancers in your distress,"
Voices murmur, a choir of chaos, in a tangled, dark caress.
"Ignore them!" I shout, but their chorus grows more strong,
They laugh, a symphony of mania, "You've been one of us all along."

Voices: "We're the echoes of your nightmares, the ones you try to shun."
Madman: "In this mind asylum, who's the victim, who's the gun?"
Voices: "Surrender to the cacophony, let the discord reign."
Madman: "In this mental opera, I'm the king, you're just the bane."

In this carnival of whispers, where insanity's a friend,
A madman and his voices, in a dialogue without end.
Laughing, pleading, screaming, in a harmony so tight,
In the theater of the mind, where madness is the light.

Madman: "You're the serenade in my chaos, the insanity I wear."
Voices: "And you're the puppet in our playhouse, caught in our snare."
Together: "In this dance of the deranged, we're entwined in our art,"
"A madman and his voices, in a symphony of the dark."

So we tango in this madness, a ballet of the bizarre,
A man and his voices, under a twisted, mocking star.
In the recesses of the psyche, where shadows take the lead,
We jest and spar eternally, in this mind's twisted creed.