Written Insanity Poem by David Wilson

In the vacancy of the mind one can find
The depths of the darkness
Reach just ahead of your hands
The Gloom Is heavy, it pushes, oppresses
Falls upon you, its hard to stand
You looses your legs and Face the Enemy
Your thoughts go Blank
Is This the End of Me?
You look with yourself
You've lost your heart
You want to escape but the car wont start
Your Hands are heavy, your stance unbalanced
Your Hands start moving, but your not willing
You fall back, eyes on the Ceiling
The world blacks out, And You Start To Shout
Your Cries Fall to the Floor Unheard
As your fears Manifest, this is So Ubsurd.
Reality melts into a Nightmare
All the the things you thought were Real
Break apart as you begin to Kneel
Hands on your head you're Screaming
You can't help but hope you're Dreaming
Wake Up Wake Up, But the words have No Meaning
You open your eyes, or at least you think you do
Its all the Same, Its all the Same
We're lost and Insane
You cant see the end, You've Forgotten the Beginning
In the Vacancy of the Mind One Can Find
The Depths go On and On
Until You Find A Door
That rises up from the Floor
Dark and Eery,
Full Of Mystery
Calm and Lonely
You Reach for the Handle
As it creeps open
You know what your Hopin
But instead of a New Thing
You stand Blank Staring
There you are on your knees Screaming
With your hands on your head
Then its all blank again
Are You Dead?
You get up off your knees
And dropp your Hands to your Sides
then theres a strange feeling
Something crawling on your insides
At the same Time
Your pulled back like the Ocean Tide
Your Body Crumples
and your Mind Stumbles into a Dark Pit
Oh My God...Is This It?
NO
In The Vacancy Of The Mind One Can Find
That life has a certain Grind
And you let it,
it Become Repetitive
Like a perscribed drug that was a Sedative
But heres the Incentive
You Will Always No What comes NEXT
In the Vacancy Of The Mind One Can Find
That All Is Lost
We Got What We Want
But At What Cost? ?