Insane Philosophy

Swimming in the turmoil that soils the soul,

Yearning for the pain that takes the toll,

Trying to breathe in the air that might save you,

But it's trying to breathe in that ultimately kills you.

Sincere in the secrets in which that might plague you,

Insincere in the thoughts in which that might jade you,

Trying to find peace in that hope is not lost,

But between hope and disappointment, you find the real cost.

Lying tranquil and still, with a porcelain mask for a face,

The storm brews inside you, so bitter in its taste,

Tolerance has faded, as you achingly try to find,

The unfortunate lost luxury of your once sane mind.