Sanity

And death is loved,
By shadows stripped
Of will and motivation-
Those nights where
There are voices,
Louder than your breathing
Is when I know-
Just how loved death
Must feel in my mind,
And how special
It must think itself-
Consuming, powerful
And so near my heart,
Oh, how beautiful it
Must find itself,
Wrapped in ink
And caressed with
Labored living-
So dominant over life,
And everything it can’t be-
And death is loved,
By the silent wishes
Of a mind stripped of sanity.

Sapphire Red

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