Tearing at confines unseen,
Rattling shackles long gone,
Crying at un-existent things,
Laughing for much too long,
Sanity breaking loose and fleeing,
Fleeing from the terrible end,
Tear drops blending into blood,
Many wounds that'll never mend,
Terror filling every recognizable moment,
Colors and shapes unreal,
Hypnotic stares do more than just that,
Sword joins flesh, bone meets steel,
Death and life have such small differences,
A thin line between the two,
I wonder if it's easy to step right past,
God I'll be seeing you soon,
Terrible words they haunt me,
They taunt me and tell me to run,
But running would just be deserting,
And I'm sure that it's much more fun,
To stand or just sit here and watch,
As the humans walk slowly by,
While listening to whispers and tendrils and secrets,
Telling me I can fly,
Words they turn to colors,
And colors they turn to blinding spots,
So you see I'd rather just sit here in silence,
Silence that leaves me to rot,
Eating away at my own dreams,
Dreams of being set free,
From the beast inside, the terrible secret,
From these chains of insanity.
