Images Beyond the Realm of Insanity

Sanity is no longer real,
There is nothing, but everything to feel.
I hear whispers from voices unseen,
I have little echoes left to wean.
Many wandering, restless dreams,
Ripping my mind open at the seams.
Technicolor visions unleashed before my eyes,
Infecting my world like a million little spies.
Noone knows, nor do they believe,
So I write them down, as not to deceive.
So come enter my world with me,
Into Images Beyond the Realm of Insanity.
For sanity is no longer real,
And there is nothing, but everything to feel.

Copyright ?2001 Timber McCall