My sanity replied..

Sanity has it's pros and cons.. 

But I find a certain pull to insanity... 

Call me crazy however

 I think I may already be within its grasp. 

Funny how your feet move 

While you are unaware of each step 

Until you're caught in it, 

When it's much to late to save yourself. 

Like a fly to a venus flytrap, 

Oh how delicious our delicate minds must taste. 

Whether I am here or there 

I cannot say with certainty 

I find traces of each in the other. 

How lost we all are in the end, 

The murmurings of the mad man downstairs lull me to sleep.

Shut up! SHUT UP! 

He yells to the woman sharing his room 

She's just your imagination dear 

She isn't there.. 

How would they know? 

I often ask that myself dear friend

SHUT UP!

Sanity is but a veil 

A wall put up to save us from breaking. 

Is my wall crumbling or nonexistent? 

Or am I simply looking where there is nothing to see?

 My love of indulging in lifes mysteries 

How beautiful they seem. 

Or is that just another veil I'm unable to see past?

Author's Note

Just some of my inner ramblings this is a bit different from the original a bit dialed down if you ask me... if you can understand all of this then, well, you don't.

Reviews

[escherflight]

Oh how delicious our delicate minds must taste.

Whether I am I here or there
I cannot say with certainty
I find traces of each in the other.

...a wall put up to stop us breaking'

Great lines. You have real talent. I liked the the wit in 'call my crazy', too.

[Meraki]

Thank you!