On the Brink of Insanity

I stand on the contour
Amid sane and insane
Nothing is in color
On this dreadfully vast plane

But, it doesn’t compare to the feeling within

Screams echo along the terrain
Becoming louder in the converse of my favor
It solely intensifies the pain
Impels me to madness with aver

But, it doesn’t compare to the feeling within

Slowly, everything initiates to fade
Colorlessness escapes as blackness takes place
All the burdens that have been lade
Leisurely float away from my pace

But, it doesn’t compare to the feeling within

I walk; walk until I can no longer
And fall; fall to the cold, penetrating grass
As I balk my movement the entire way
I try to stand tall, although it feels like shards of glass

But, it doesn’t compare to the feeling within

A last, I recognize my contemporary predicament
In spite of the verity that my inclination wished otherwise
Now I must withhold this remnant
It is inseparable due to its mortise

But, it doesn’t compare to the feeling within

And now I realize

That I am on the brink of insanity
It gradually kills me

It is the feeling within