insanity and i

have been friends

for quite some time.

the closest one to my heart,

i know all her features.

the doubts that poke at every nerve in my body

as i try to sleep.

the worries that laugh at me when my thoughts

pile on top of each other like a snowstorm.

the paranoia that screams in my ears

as i walk through the store, just trying to buy

a few

groceries.

but,

adding to the confusion,

i don’t know who i would be

if i was not

insane.

i’ve been suffocated by her

for

so

long

that i don’t remember how i used to

function

without

a million anxious thoughts.

Black hair, like ravens flying into the night, decorates my head. It's short, spiked, and streaked with white. My skin is dark, dark with all the lives I've tainted with my presence. Bloodred nails as sharp as the knives you kill with. Eyes black and beady like a scorpion, my sting is worse than my bark. Seductive in that scary way, I draw the souls in and take them, replace them with a demon. Make you see things. All your friends and family hate you, so kill them. Kill everyone. I whisper commands into the husks, and they carry it out like mindless zombies - which I suppose they are, as I've taken their life away from them. My white dress shines in the moonlight, but by morning it will be dyed red by the blood of the slain. So I suppose it's DIED red, ahhahahahhaha. My slender fingers leave no fingerprint. They are gloved by the hands of mortals, acting upon my will.

But hey, I can guarantee, you'll enjoy your last moments when you dedicate them to me.

Sunny and grey

The night never comes but nether does the day

The joy just won't go away

They tell me to smile and so I do

But under that I cry with no tears

There's four walls yet no doors

I use to be able to see the sky but not anymore

Here it's so dark and candy is no longer sweet

No more lullabies only fearful screams

The monsters wear white coats here

And they make me think I'm a monster myself

I guess this is what it's like to be in the world of sane.