And yet I am still here. Insanity does not drive me as it does others.
The constant crackle pestering as an innocent tries to sleep; most would explode.
And yet I am still here.
Sanity does not drive me other, teetering on the edge
Is how I live my life, control everything,
Keep everything under control.
The  popping cause tears last night. The horrible sound of blood dripping on metal, breaking bones,
A horrid sound that radiates from outside my black velvet curtains where the demons peer in.
They want me to lay atop of that metal table and force my body to make this sounds.
I can not sleep when the agony is so obvious.