i am my own mix of fear and doubt.
a special breed of insanity.
it creeps up from the inside,
smothering me and catching me unawares.
i am moulded to the shape of my body, but my soul takes on a different form.
it is unfamiliar,
but i find comfort in it.
still, i am lost in the caves of my mind.
i find solace in serenity and uncertainty in the tainted thoughts spewing out of my ears.
blood shot red, tangled and alone, i lose myself nightly;
and find everything again in the arms of a greater power.
it is unfamiliar,
but i find comfort in it.