Insanity

By the divines, I am denied…my only true sanity that once lived inside. Only know, does insanity arise? Impossibility sends there avenges, as I fall into the abyss of the unknown trenches. The lake below screams and bellows, as its inhabitants come for the bait. I dangle and swing, from the enemies’ chain as the corrupted souls fight for their claim. The noises from under torment my mind, so their mistress sings a silent rhyme. The corrupted souls seem to quiet…but then their mistress sings again. The souls laugh their evil laugh, as they approach the bait under their mistress’ wrath.

My body never willingly laid and a lovers’ kiss not granted…a savior from the mistress’ demise never really existed. The hero of my dreams will never hear my desperate plea. These chains where I hang keep me slain, my feelings ceased to remain. The enemy slowly lowers the chain, inch by inch I get closer to those corrupted soulless soldiers. Fighting over the same sacred meaning, a democratic communism emerges within the endless triumphs disguises. The lake's aura made from lies, the soldiers fighting their own demise-in search of destroying all imperfections, perfection became an un-existent plague. The soulless soldiers fight a war so masculine, and so false. They fought for what could happen instead of what has happened. The bait still dangles from the enemies’ chain, almost a meter until it to be claimed. Hung by my wrists, my arms so weak…just dangling about a hundred feet, above the hell from where I am to be, in the corrupted soulless soldiers keep. The soulless contain misery they are always thinking thoughts of insanity—lowering the sane into their corrupted keep is a game. The enemies’ chain lowers me down; my feet can almost touch the ground. Panic within my internal voice—the mistress then makes her choice. The winner is chosen, my life is gone—the insanity had just won, and they will keep on winning until the sanity among us no longer belongs.