You are a victim.
A victim of your vices
giving into everything that entices.
That leaves your heart
colder than ice is.
Your actions are the worst,
but I can't blame you.
You are just a victim.
A victim of the thirst.

Your flesh is weak
but you know that.
You can't help yourself
So you don't fall back.
No attention at home
Makes you feel all alone
and your soul is crying
for some contact.
So you scroll through
all of your contacts.
Wondering who just might
call you back
As your mind paces
back and forward.
The thirst begins
to call on you
and that is when
you follow through.

You have fallen.
You have fallen.
You have fallen victim.
Victim to the thirst
and with all of your worth
you have become
the worst.

The thirst of lust.
The thirst of lust
and the sin of vanity
has influenced
Your latest calamity.
That will become the cancer
that will eat away
at your very sanity.
Until all you have left
Is the thought
of your conformity
to the community
of the heartless.
Body, mind, soul,
Bound by your effects causes.

You are a victim.
A victim of your vices
giving into everything that entices.
That leaves your heart
colder than ice is.
Your actions are the worst,
but I can't blame you.
You are just a victim.
A victim of the thirst.
and with all of your worth
you have become the worst.

No doubt it is our existence, thoughts, feelings that give rise to language. What we fail to notice is that many a time, we experience utter relief, or are thrilled on discovering a word that mirrors how you felt at a certain time, a meaning you relate to. And many a time, the relief also comes from a feeling of ‘normalcy’. ‘Normal’ enough to know that someone, somewhere, felt the same way some time, and the feeling was deemed important, common, sane enough to be granted admission to the dictionary.

Till the smoke clears,
I can't see past myself.
Run into the woods,
Into the madness i feel within.
Just keep going till you break, your heart, your mind, and each and every bone.
I act like an addict,
A ****** for pain.
Make it deep and make it last,
Because your scars can show you who you are.

I must be suffering from insanity
to me a calamity
I'm overwhelmed by such tragedy
Please redefine sanity?

I'm sure I'm not that crazy
These creatures of thought are obstructed and hazy
Out of order and not in shape
Can I fix this with duct tape?

No I'm definitely insane
Still driving in the wrong lane
Oddly I feel no pain
Though not receiving anything to gain

I still wonder what the bases is
Is there some sort of sanity quiz?
Let me take it
I have quite the wit!

I should open my mind and look inside
peel my brain back open wide
See all the creatures and beings inside
'Here is your sanity' they lied.

I want so badly to remember,
what it was like to forget about you.
But if you left,
so would I.

Together
tumbling
d
o
w
n
that
cliff
of
sanity.

Just help me maintain this tranquility.
I do not wish to drown, nor do I wish to leave this dark abyss
Behind.  

I do not mind the cold water.
I know I belong here.

I am slowly losing my sanity,
Knowing this dark could drag me under
In any second.

I am a fragile china.

And I,
I am not asking for a savior;
Not a ship or salvation.

Just leave me untouched in this blue sea.

If this is where I belong.

Today I lost my sanity.
But tonight gained my wings.

forget the rain on your skin
and fall asleep
there will be dry days
but not today
don't let your mind wander too
far
stay alive
you're like a broken swan
in the clutch of the moon
and the monsoon
your weeping matches the rain
and your shivers match the
lightning
stay awake
don't let the green blades make you cry
don't your mind wander
too far

Tick tock
        Tick tock
                 Tick tock

It's already 5am
And here I am
Wide awake

As thoughts run
Through my head
Like a bullet train

Am I relapsing again?
Or I'm just on the edge
Waiting for a helping hand?

Or maybe I'm letting it be
For I've missed
Insanity to seep inside of me

Seeing that I am able to write
Shows clearly that
Hypomania has arrived.

Welcome back,
                 My frenemy.