Sanely Insane

Alone he wonders the crowded streets.
The frozen wind whips through his locks of darkness.
Bringing a shiver through his stone body.
Distantly his hallow eyes stare at the dull pavement.
His milky skin gives off an inhumanly glow under the soft light of the moon.
A twisted smirk dances on his pale tattered lips.
Well the broken clock turns time to dust within his mind.
Slowly he drifts, losing himself bit by bit, in a world of madness.
A world not yet revealed to the so called sane.
The playground for the sadistic dreamers.
Where the screams are not that of joy but bitter sweat pain,
And the wine filled goblets taste of iron.
Where the rain melts away the rotting flesh of the bloody corpses,
And the flowers that withered so long ago, were replaced by the skeletons of the unwilling victims.
Where the noose around you silky neck is not a disgrace but of the highest honor,
And the scars that drench your body don’t make you crazy but a priceless piece of art.
Where the lovely fallens take their lost souls to rest,
And the angles secretly seek their long awaited solitude.
Where the snow falls of the purest black,
And the air you breathe poisons your very soul.
Where the demons of fire and ice are welcome with opened arms.
And the fairies very much enjoy ripping flesh from bone.
Where the wind beckons him to the rocky cliffs,
And gently pushes him over the jagged edge.
Sending him to the world of the most insane,
To the world of the sane……………