Sentience

\"Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal; that all things appear as they do only by virtue of the delicate individual physical and mental media through which we are made conscious of them; but the prosaic materialism of the majority condemns as madness the flashes of supersight which penetrate the common veil of obvious empricism\" - H.P. Lovecraft - The Tomb

And so it all came

In one twist of fate

And to my horror it

Never ceased

Nor flew away to my faith

In God

And the way you regard my sanity

The way you poison me with your version

of reality

Pathetic should be less

and you continue to befoul me

While all I do is bless... you

condemn my mental case,

when you, blind, alone have done

this to a poor tormented mind

(my visions enclosed in this place)

now beyond saviour from any part,

destined to always return at the edge

of the abyss and to always

jump to its demise...

the opening was too great

the small cleft was yet too large

and it gripped my, back then,

dozed off human mind

to turn my sentience to

nothing but a masquerade of

contradictory feelings

I expect not of the understanding

and you should not attempt to

experience my perceptions

my humble destination may be the same

as yours eventually, but i accepted an invitation

to death tomorrow at dusk,

when the cleft will have devoured me

alternatives but are no more

and the echoes are faded before

they were even heard

i ceased trying to find the remedy

nor would let anyone help me

fight my lack of sanity,

i\'ll go to rest now