Insanity Poetry Novels & Stories

but my very spirit endlessly perverted by speculation concerning whatever delirious dance this upstart pretender and I are enacting upon the stage? I'm panting like a winded cur by the climax of this maddening self-interrogation. Every pulse pounding with the seething refusal to let this ridiculously inflated farce go any further. To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy.

she started dressing my wound I didn't said anything after that I went back to my room but her words are still rotating in my head why no one till today said to me iam wrong is it because they are scared of me am I really beast but who cares what iam how iam and why iam like this did anyone cared about me till today did anyone cared how iam being till today no one cared but everyone judges me why what did I do can anyone say why iam like this all I want to do right now is cry and scream and let it all out because its killing me inside ""the night turns into the day the day then turns to night but my life never turns to bright from darkness there is not a single thing to do everything looks o

I could feel the tendrils of insanity creeping into the corners of my mind, twisting and distorting my thoughts until I could no longer distinguish reality from nightmare. With each passing moment, the fear that gripped me tightened its suffocating hold, until I felt as if I were drowning in a sea of darkness and despair. Desperate to break free from the suffocating grip of madness, I struggled to hold onto my sanity, to cling to the last shreds of reason that remained within me.

So honey I am now, some broken thing I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here Now my heart is gold, my feet are right And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

For then both drop their masks and find togetherness, happiness, serenity. I ain't barking mad, ma and dad, neither am I barking sad, but would you bar a king, or ba ba a RAM, especially a newborn lamb? I'm playin' is all, play yin and yang for a ball, for a Cinderella sole, for a sash of ash after the fire is cold. Know, I ain't barking mad - I'm mad for a lamb king though, not a lame king, not the kind that's all ear 'e-go again, making a black hole, not a black whole, not a Santa sack goal, but a Santa sack coal - no matter who die - to gamble with lives, to roll the die, to spin the chamber at the poor, for the poor know hearts are are real at least. No, I ain't no saint, but I can see t

“Because I shouldn’t even be here in the first place.” Slowly, Sane approached her, afraid he might do something she wouldn't like. He no longer wanted her to push him away. "If you only know, if you only know how hard it is to understand myself. I am troubled and mad, you see. I shouldn't even be talking to you for I am the dead girl and I carry the wrath with me. You'll only be unfortunate once you stay, Sane. And I don't want to drag you down with me. If I am meant to perish in my poor grave and keep my death sealed without saving, so be it.

The rhythm of a man not in control. "I didn’t mean to hurt you," he whispered again, his lips brushing the top of my head. "You don’t know what it does to me when you push me away. You think I’m a monster? Maybe I am. But I only become this… this beast… because I can’t stand the idea of you being away from me. I need you, Petal. You’ve made me insane." Insane. Yes, that word. It fit. Because no sane man pinned a woman down, kissed her like a war, and spoke of love in the same breath as pain.

Two pence a heartache, three pence a distaff, the run of my fiber is blood. Hardcore, recoil, my skirts are a gun. I go where the wild fox runs. Two score and twenty days I died long ago – I cannot do this without you. So I reach out my hands, my lustful green hands to catch on the penny inside you. But Devil, you are quick, and Devil, inside me, I'm gutting myself like a blind man. Give that blind man a knife, that blind man a wife, and the Blind God does not kneel before me.

“You’re the only thing keeping me sane in this madness. Do you know what it’s like to feel the wolf inside clawing at my control every single day? The insanity that comes with this power, this curse of being me? One wrong move and I could lose everything, myself included. But when you’re near… when I can see you, smell you, feel you close… it quiets. You quiet the storm. You’re the only reason I haven’t gone entirely mad and wild. You anchor me, Paris. Without you, I’m just a beast waiting to break free and destroy everything in my path.”