The Gift Of Insanity Poem by Korinn Theriault

What is life like when you live in insanity?
When your mind is full of thought and corrupt,
Why even bother trying to fix your soul
When it wasn’t you who caused such torment?
The only colors you see are black and red
like the fluid dripping from your wrists called blood.

Yet no one cares about your constant torment.
They don’t care about themselves turning corrupt.
Those machines have already lost their priceless souls.
They don’t notice their actions will shed blood.
Their once pure white body is covered in red
And when they realize this, they will live in insanity.

But who’s to say you are the one who’s corrupt?
You too once had or still have a soul
And you can decide if you give it to insanity.
You may still be able to see other colors than red
And your wrists will never drip with blood
Or be stained with hours of other’s torment.

Why not be one who saves a soul?
Free everyone from their endless torment!
Fight against all and anything that’s corrupt
By healing those stained with any blood
And bring back visions of colors other than red.
Free them from their own minds full of insanity.

Don’t fall victim to what comes from their torment.
Don’t let anything you see affect your soul.
If you let it touch you, their blood,
Everything worked for will return to insanity.
All colors will go back to black, red,
And all will once again be corrupt.

So take note, do not spill any blood.
Never let anything in your mind go red.
Let everything be kept safe in your soul.
Don’t let anyone you see be of any torment
And keep your mind from anything corrupt.
Save yourself from all of this insanity.

Once everything turns black and red,
Nothing can be freed from torment.
Free the mind from eternal insanity.