Insanity

"Behind mock-ceremony of your grief
Lurked the burlesque instinct of the ham;
You never altered your amused belief
That life was a mere monumental sham. "

What is the brink of insanity?
To not know yourself,
Or to overstep humanity?
To be bitten,
To lock it within.
Writhing in pain,
In humiliation.
Time and honor?
Illusions of civilization.
Reality..
Creating, disrupting,
Deluding vision.
Aching in happiness,
Booming in sorrow;
Fading hint,
Of a labeling morrow.
Stillness leading to motion,
No need of any volition.
The lines all blurry,
Images all scurry,
Fallen in an eddy,
That takes you within;
Then all is even.
The world looks into your face
Instead of you facing it,
They call you insane;
But they’re the ones losing it.