I am on the frayed ends of sanity,
As I sit here looking in the mirror of my vanity.
My reflection is like a glassey disturbance,
My surroundings like those of a barbed-wire fence.
I can't tell the difference between a dream and reality,
It scares me to think that my soul is pure brutality.
As I stare out of these windows that keep me prisoner here,
I've grown fond of the spirits that draw me near.
The faces of death on my window shade,
take a distance with fear and begin to fade.
It's all in your head says the shrink of this ward,
But without my imagination I think I'd be bored!
Because my sanity acts as gravity of the mind,
And without this there would be no time.
There would be no memories of the past,
Darkness would become an overwhelming mass.
A vast feeling of self distruction would over-take my soul,
And the pearly gates would open so I'd be free to go.
But I wake up the next morning in this same damned place,
Chasing my sanity in this life-long race!
