Rarity of Insanity

The constant need for constant motion lulls the sharp coil Of twisting anxiety around her core. It begins in madness, the subconscious kick start of her heart She knows does not exist. - I am fine. - The unfamiliar rhythm from unfamiliar emotion is truly terrifying. The only scenarios that flood her mind are ones of dark endings, Are ones of non existent pain, non existent death. Her mind races faster than the pace of her terrified heart and body. - Not again. - The notion of slumber fades as her muscles want nothing more to do Than to express the complete Hell that has fallen upon her. What evil soul deserves even this? - No one does. - The empire she built in the safety of comfort has been burnt to ashes By the failing of the pretence of security. Her entire core has been broken, her spirit plunged into the depths of Absolute madness as her body maintains this new state of panic. - I can't breathe. - It lingers in the back of her mind at every turn of her life, It unknowingly makes decisions on her behalf, It forces itself upon her. - I can't move. - But, in a rarity of insanity, She looks toward the sky and sees it is as blue as her dreams. Her speeding heart calms, the trembling slows As she regains control. This demon that invades her core, unsettles her mind, Will never be vanquished. It will lie, beaten and broken in the very depths of her being In the pitch black dark, with no hope of light. - I am fine. -