Murky black tentacles wrap around my throat,
pulling me under and into it's cool embrace,
their gleaming smiles pull me in,
their laughter ripples through my skin,
their lulling voices aid my heart,
But i know this is another part,
Of descending,

descending,


descending,
deeper and deeper into the realm of the lost,
Thier voices trickle through my mind taking up most of my time
Thier crazy theriories and stories they tell,
Would surly make a grown man yell,
But what do i care for these voices are my friends,
They keep me safe until the time ends,
For little ones as you close your eyes to slumber,
Insanity comes and waits for you to be under,
It patiencily waits until the time is right,
Then it whispers softly goodnight,
Then there's no reason to fight for insanity has claimed you,
As it's sons and daughters of madness,
Protecting you from the ugly lies society folds upon you,
For my dears insanity is the light where sanity patiently waits ready to rip you apart,
rip you into it's decided form,
The voices whisper the freedom you breath for,
insanity is like a rush water rushing over you.
Forever apart.