On the verge of raving insanity- a collection of poems.

I would like to quote Ella Wheeler Wilcox here.
"Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own."

Her soul weeping, her heart burning, her mind screaming, she oscillated between realms unknown- a world from which no traveller had returned. The poems are her feelings- her burning desire to remain sane coupled with her dark side that amplifies her craving for the taste of darkness. Would she give in ? Would she succumb to the temptation and sell her soul to the devil?

Please share what you feel about them in the comments..... I am open to suggestions. :)