Fraying the Ends of Sanity

Fraying the Ends of Sanity

As he wakes the beast is gone
And what of his feats as an animal
What did he do?
He slumbers in the underbrush
But realizes not how he got there
The man blinks back the tears
Have the insane and remembering his fears.

As he stands he notices his apparel
Why is it gone and where did he put it?
What did he do?
He slinks back into the bushes
Looking for what is truly his
The man mumbles to himself  frantically
Fraying his ends of sanity.

He descends into the deepest depths
Of his crippled mind and finds out
What he did do
He slouches into a fetal ball
Moaning all the while in corruption of pain
Crying he finds his dirtied clothes
What he's done, he now knows.

Flashbacks of a night of killing come into view
And the man covers his bloodshot eyes
Why did he do it?
Answers come none too soon or easy
Sobbing now with pathetic grief
And willing himself dead for the life he owns
But for now he just lays for hours and moans.

Self-pity and wallowing distrust govern him
And the man covers his naked body
What has he done?
To deserve this life in everlasting hell
Bleeding for the cause and feeling nothing
Puts on his best smile hiding himself completely
And riding the fraying ends of sanity.