It starts in the mind like a tiny seed of chaos.
Fighting our very being to be rational.
Evoking our very being with pathos.
Knowing that in every sense we are fallible.
It inebriates our essence.
The agony that follows.
To strive for coalescence.
Like a fire inspired by bellows.
To move against the grain of reality.
And only feel discord in your marrow.
Searching the deep recesses of your mind’s cavity.
The sharp pangs of a wound caused by sentience’s arrow.
To perceive loss of consciousness’s bearings.
And search the very fabric of nature’s being.
Every hair of Vigor and Vitality’s crux dismembered.
To experience loss of all reason and logic.
This is the very core of Insanity’s cry.