Reminisce (PART TWO)

The Fettering String Of Sanity

An usurper once had held a ball, a melee of ageing twine,

He left it on the precipice of the Earth, the String Of Sanity's line,

And with each person's entity it interlocked, turmoil within the dark,

The String Of Sanity hums and jeers, the rhapsody of a teasing lark,

Yet, our Cheshire smiles reveal nothing, but fallacies and scheming lies,

A soprano will crescendo off the walls of Earth, reality's distant cry,

And like all good things, the string stretches, until it snaps alongside life,

Burrowing a wound in the smell of demise, your searing skin to a knife,

For as long as destruction has existed, your deep scar will gape and mock,

A reminder of what is called insanity, of what had once lain behind a lock,

And the key turns, like your mind itself; a memory shied away from this place,

Now the epitome of a dystopian future: this is our human race.