Brink Of Insanity

3 Words.

Boastful it may be, slipping between fingers lost

Reeling in thoughts, meant for sanity or

Insanity, I'm not sure which I'd really choose

Never straying by the close line built, or the bordering

Kept within yourself, locked away with a kiss

 

Openly losing it, why can't it stand strong

From everything that's happened, it only falls apart

Is it really this, that causes us to lose?

Not bringing any joy, only the endless maze
Sifting through memories, or perhaps a dream

And keeping far away from contact, human touch

Noticing things you can't see otherwise

Intertwined with the fantasy of what you've imagined

Twisting around your brain, a simple idea

You've finally lost, from the brink of insanity