I heard a mutual friend ask if there was any proof of "lunacy". It suddenly struck me today that if there was pure factual basis, than we would be speaking of rational or irrational fear. The lack of pure factual basis is a necessity of madness, the realm where doubt and uncertainty rule over reality.
There it is above you,
Hanging in emptiness,
Millions of tons
heavy,
Suspended upon
nothing,
Within the cold
darkness,
Circle of glowing
white,
Within the dark of
life,
Glowing upon the
night,
On this path blowing,
In moon light
knowing,
The light sees your
deeds,
Wind whispering
accusations,
Rising above screams
of silence,
Endless shouting in your
head,
Demons born and never
dead,
As the fog curls
smiles,
Onto shadow faces,
While misty arms draw
you,
Into unknown places,
A hand clasps your
shoulder,
Extended from your
reflection,
As you turn and see
your eyes,
Staring into your
soul,
Grinning without
mercy,
Without lips to form
a smile,
For were these deeds your
own?
You no longer know your
reason,
The voices show you
pictures,
Your actions do you
see?
Or are you looking at
me?
Seeing into my eyes,
As I reach into your
world,
With the moon
extended hands,
Delicate enough to
stir reality,
Within the confines
of your soul,
Yet with strength to
grip the waters,
Raising them into
dark tides,
Rolling above your
head,
Silencing your
screams,
While voices whisper
will,
For will holds onto
voices,
Of those who are
beside you,
As God placed us all
near,
To strengthen and to
hold,
Against the tearing
of the mind.
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