|| Insanity Grey ||

Between the realms of dark and light
There lies a thinning, small grey line
A place where some have come to decide
And a place where some are doomed to reside

A place where most of us lose in the end
Those who fight a good battle
But never win

Most people I meet here
Are just passing through
Some have arrived for an end
And some are searching to begin

As I watch each person pass
I see each sigh and each laugh
We are mere playthings for darkness
And targets for wrath

I count all who have come here
I number the first
And the last

I think I may be going insane
And I'm always quite sad
Am I to go mad in silence
Or violently go mad?