Insanity

Insanity.

White walls closing around, endless bottles of spirits consumed, hours of spent laying motionless with eyes closed; some call it sleep. Voices of the past ringing in the ears; labeled, branded, and processed as yet another fool consumed by the insanity of actually believing in the better things in life. No, the insanity of life and the ebbs and flows of it; destiny for those marked is simply laid out. Taking something good and simply wrecking it, is a curse for those insane to believe that good is lurking about the crevices of this asylum also known as life. Insanity, trouble in a bottle. Capped with a small cork, pop it open and it's like opening Pandora's box. It consumes you, takes you to places within the deepest part of the subconscious, and makes you face those from the other life. The so called sane life, nothing more but a joke at this point. The white walls open up and leave you in an unmarked destination, out here you carve, claw, and create the latest brand of insanity. After all, insanity is doing the same thing over and over again.