What is the price of sanity?
Why is it bartered, sold, or even stolen?
Lost, or even broken
Why do we forsake vanity,
Or fail to grasp
Letting it slip like sand clasped
Lost in an empty gaze
Withering in paranoia
Within delusions, dazed
Confined within the walls of that prison,
Lost, wandering in a vision
Insanity, O how you have bound
This mortal flesh, now an empty vessel
To decay’ ravaged in the wake of time
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Is sanity even worth keeping?
To possess it, is to endure
Torment and struggle in realities pasture
Bludgeoned by the same hands that you wield
While crawling across this desolate field
To be enslaved by the ruthless machine
Drawn in and blinded by its deceptive sheen
A blind obedience as it would seem
You bow to its whim even as you dream
For tomorrow when you wake
For every footstep that you take
In its crushing grip you soon shall break
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Sanctuary?!
Where is my sanctuary?!
Is the fabled emancipation
Just the folly of my imagination,
Or another damned illusion?!
Whey must freedom come with struggle,
And eventually restraint.
The cycle
Inevitable
Futile
Pointless
Endless
Asylum only in death.
--Graydarksoul--
