Insanity

When mirrors reveal deceiving smiles
The weighing scale tends to falter
Making a victim of dubious wiles
Feel worried and start to shudder.

To live is now vague and grey
And sounds have become ambiguous.
The thread of mine starts to fray
As everything now is tenebrous.

Bothered now by demons’ voices
All start to become malevolent;
No matter how beautiful the rose
It’s still an enemy chosen.

Deprived of any one solace,
No change shall be there to scry.
To all gods, victims shall be aweless
For all there shall be is goodbye.