Insanity
Insanity is the first time you saw him
it's the smell of burnt chicken, he tryied to make on the first date
it's the sound of the phone ringing
and the feeling you get when you see his number on your screen
Insanity is the taste of his lips as the pioson sets in
Insanity is the sight of the mirror looking back at you with hateful eyes
It's the colors black, purple, and blue; like the bruise under your right eye
It's the smell of alcohol on his breath, that fills the house when he comes home
It's the stinging pain on your cheek
and it's the sound of his drunken apology
Insanity is the taste of tears that stain your face, and fill your mouth
Insanity is the color white
The color of the strait jacket that now contains you
It's white like the cushioned walls that are there to "Protect" you
Insanity is the memory of his coming home that night
Insanity is the sound of his thunderous voice, stabbing you with vile words
Insanity is the thought of you taking the knife to his chest and returning the favor
It's the smell of his blood that covers your hands and puddles on the floor
It's the taste of sweet, sweet revenge
Your sanity is the white light that swings above your head
It flickers, it bursts, it dies