I’m
going insane.
All I
see through the mirror in a stain of blood so red that my words do not even
begin to penetrate
Corruption
isn't a sin
The sin
is in the spreading of the mistaken
The
infinite scars and lashes burn through my mind as I doubt myself over and over
I hear
the screaming emitting out of my own course throat
It’s a
disease; A plague that spreads without the discrimination of gender, race, age,
or class
I’m
going insane.
The same
beat pounding on the tender black skull that rests upon my shoulder
Where
neither left nor right offers any relief to the truth
The
darkness residing on the other side in the a simple reflection
The
light cannot lie
Only my
eyes can create the illusion and blur a fantasy the ceases to exist
In the
presence of fame, fortune and FAILURE
Success
judges, too
And my
eyes see
Soon the
noticeable hatred spills onto the once white and crystal clear glass
The
mirror does not distort my image
I simply
preserve my thoughts it as cruel
Uncontrollably
hurting the innocent without the slightest hesitation
The ride
spins me till I sick to the bone
But just
like an addiction, I always come back for the rush of adrenaline
I’m
going insane
The image
on the other side of my out-stretched fingertips has me crying in fear and
misunderstanding
The
hollow soul that haunts my relentless nightmares
Till I
BREAKDOWN
From the
lack of sleep
Not
guilt.
The
absence of disgrace shatters my perfect perception of humanity
I’m
seriously going crazy at the thought of how naive my actions were
The
reflection shining cannot keep the smirk flashing onto my face contained
I’m
going insane.
