Insanity

It is about the torture some people endure silently as they cry out for help but no one will lift a finger.

to die inside is worse than a graves decay

a dying spirit is not pungent nor foul

it does not showcase its self to be seen

it curls up in the pit of ones being 

sufficating them slowly and seductivly

whispering betrayls like sickened lullabys

festering like a parasite, feeding off your fear

prying and perging every beautiful thing from you

until you are left a dead cell

hollow yet consumed with real decay

decay of a demons wicked triumph

your eyes blacked

portals to where the devil resides within

screams silently fall upon deaf ears 

lost within yourself 

on a desolate isle, begging

screaming for someone to come for you

the black sea of lonelyness finally consumes you

entangling you in its bloody, barren waters

and finally you are free of purgatory, torture

the torture of your dying soul

Reviews

[Mazie Tackett]

CREEPY but i love it

[MIB]

Very nice work, very intense with sadness I guess people that have maybe had depression could relate to this. I love the line (screaming for someone to come for you) it's as though this person hasn't given up and they are still pleading for help. Good stuff. :D

[V.J.C.]

I really like this poem, i can really connect. Thanks for the great read.

[WickedPenWielder]

thank you Valerie and Muse, I really wanted to capture the fear, depression and torture of those living with mental disabilities. I work with them and see this type of damage day in, day out.

[V]

I can't.
this is so good.

"festering like a parasite, feeding off your fear
prying and perging every beautiful thing from you"

This line is so morbid, yet so beautiful in description

[Muse]

insanity can eat away at the spirit like a gang green infection. And it is a shame...that other people can be so numb and okay with watching rather than helping.