Butchered By Sanity

A warm bosom, is what you crave,
Not your mother's, she despised you,
Your fantasy for delicate virginal female,
A depraved childhood leaves you no choice,
Stranded in the silent cacophony,
The only music in your head.

What you once sought is now an image,
That is slowly disappearing,
Behind your mind's eye,
Shut out from the world as you might be,
A monster you have become from within.

You once revered me,
You once sought me,
You once exalted me,
And now... Now you Castigate me.

Spearing the world with your words,
That seem to fall on untrodden path,
Disappearing in the whispers of the wind,
Where nothing and no one bother to go,
Fallen from Grace you have indeed.

Your ties, severed with your mind,
And Insanity plays no fault,
It's sanity that has butchered you,
Cut you up, chewed you up and spat you out
Leaving nothing but pieces of what once was.

You once revered me,
You once sought me,
You once exalted me,
And now... Now you Castigate me.

You can't see beyond the reaches of yourself,
Consumed by devilish cravings,
You've torn down the barriers,
Between what you tried to maintain, and me,
And you've torn me...torn me up beyond reprieve.

No self-redemption is worth trying for,
You know what you are (an empty soul) and
What you were is no more,
Tossed about by blatant lies,
You've torn me up...torn me up inside.

You once revered me,
You once sought me,
You once exalted me,
And now... Now you Castigate me
With hands, with hands so bloody.

xx
-M Pap- (Sunday, 31 August 2008)