Life Without My Sanity

Life Without My Sanity

The days blur into broken glass,

Each hour a howl, each breath a clash.

The mirrors crack with every glance,

No rhythm left, no second chance.

The walls lean in, the sky falls low,

The clock forgets which way to go.

A voice once mine is far, is thin,

It shouts from somewhere deep within.

The streets are twisted, wrong, and steep,

I walk but never seem to reach.

Familiar faces fade and spin—

A thousand strangers in my skin.

No map, no thread, no steady ground,

Just lost in noise, in dizzy sound.

This life, without my sanity,

Is just the ghost of what was me.

The nights are long, the colors smear,

Each step is heavy, raw with fear.

The past is scattered, torn, erased,

A hollow name, a hollow face.

I grasp at smoke, I chase the rain,

I trade my laughter for my pain.

The world once sung, now it just sneers,

Feeding the hunger of my fears.