• Insanity


    When you look into my eyes,
    All you see’s a pale expression,
    Void of hope, full of lies,
    Without mercy nor transgression

    I just stood among the rest, so thin and poorly dressed,
    As a boy without a home.
    Some had thought I was possessed,
    For through the shadows I did roam, only the darkness to call my own

    And for my passions, my beliefs, the others did protest.
    Twas not me they did detest, they simply thought of me a pest.
    I admit I self-professed, with my science I’d been obsessed,
    But from the ridicule I attest, I was utterly depressed.

    Where-ever I would pass a cloud of gas did stalk
    It would make the wild winds whip me as I walked
    And would batter my brain, and slow the blood in my veins,
    Intense physical pain, more than enough to complain, that which words cannot explain.
    The emotional, unbearable, strain, something not mundane,
    The hallucination of being bound by chains,
    Being pummeled by the laughing rain, listening to the sounds of the upcoming train
    Being lashed by a whip or cane, again, again, again, and again,
    Undoubtedly robbing me of my youth, and driving me insane.
    These tortures would not refrain, they would alas remain,
    And would reign in my mind’s domain, only to forsake the little bit of me that was sane.