Sanity's Respite
Behind somber walls of this stained glass monastery
lives a morose phantasm, who profoundly surrounds me.
The glow of the flambeaux highlights my idiosyncracies,
in vain are your efforts: you’ll never liberate my sanity.
When madness first appeared, I was aghast and oh so grim,
but the beast grew powerful, and now she resides within.
The isolation of religion only made me grow in sin,
now the grotesque monstrosity is deep beneath my skin.
An absence of words brought about my derangement,
inescapable silence obscures any attempt to circumvent.
Mania: the conjuration of my thoughts now virulent,
and constant isolation brings on lucidity’s internment.
I am ensnared by this coquettish, rapacious fiend
who meanders in my tenor, powerful and unseen.
My reality built around her presence in my dreams,
in my heinous helusion, her allure is unclean.
I’ve a penchant for delirium, constant company I keep.
Besotted by her promises, whispered as I sleep.
The crevice of paranoia houses the entry she seeks,
twisting the truth to paradoxes, in lunacy creeps.
My vow of silence taken in search of spiritual respite,
Instead monomania fuels the darkness of my nights.
The man I once was, screaming deep down for light.
This morning he will realize it: the noose is growing tight.
