Insane

Do you know what its like to dream of death?

Every night, every blink and every though the shadow of death following. Crunching of bones, slick ooze of blood and the groaning of the damned. Monsters peeling away your flesh slowly as your scream, those creatures of hell ripping your limps with no release. Death is there, enjoying the demented touture. You try to wake up from the nightmare, try to let go of these terrors but his grip never looses.

Do you know what it's like to hear voices?

They whisper, they whisper. What do they say? What do they what? Scratch your face where they touched, it burns it burns! Whispering, your demons howl and cackle, they fool you. Run from the voices, run. They scream, keep running! Don't stop, not until your safe! Until their whispering stop. Say it again, they repeat. A broken record, it never ends.

Do you know what it's like to see faces?

Faces with no eyes, no nose or mouth. Skin white, black and red. Decaying flesh falling from their screaming face, the flesh melts into blood. Why are they falling you? Why can't they leave you alone? Stop following! Stop it! Tear away their masks, tear away the games they play. Stare back at the real demon, the real monster in hiding. This must be a trick. No, you cry, the only demon is you.

Do you know what it's like to be insane?
Well, neither do I.