The Decay of the Insane

Echoes within my mind speak of trajedy and pain.

No guardian angel to carry me or free me from this.

I am trapped forever falling within this hellish abyss.

My screams are like whispers only coming out of my mouth to disappear.

The torture of this is almost too great to possibly bear.

Slowly I fall here, I am out of time and space.

I do not age but I corode; decay from the inside out, slowly and painfully dying.

Muffled laughs speak without faces mocking my very existence.

My coffin is ready they say that all I have to do is die and i'll be free.

These words seem therapeudic and tormenting at the sametime.

Cooxing me closer to the edge, yet mocking me all the way.

My eyes see nothing but black, pure black, no light, no hope.

To this view I can only draw fear, and a feeling of emanate tradjedy.

Trapped here, I can do nothing I can only consider my fate.

Am I to die from this, or will others notice and save me before it's too late.

Will others wake from their ignorant slumbering and hear my terrified screams.

Or will I really die here in this place, realizing that the others don't care.

With such few options there is little I can do.

My patience here is no use, for time has been twisted and fucked up so bad minutes become hours and seconds become years.

Happiness only went so far and from that I ended up here.

I travel this path seemingly alone, but the voices keep me company.

My fate revealed, my insanity overwhelms.

The muffled laughs become screams of overwhelming hatred.

My screams can now be heard, all those closest are awake.

Time has come back but it's too slow for anyone too stop me.

All my pain, all my terror, all my nightmares overwhelm me.

The end has come, my story is written, I die.

by MrNobody
posted on 03/30/2007