Sanity

Sanity Salvage Confusion Death

What is sanity?

All he wanted was to slit his wrist, to slash his throat, to end his worthless life. He was on the verge of insanity. He was loosing his grip on reality. He knew, himself, that he will never be salvaged.

He saw the angels cheer for his death. He saw the demons lament for his soul. He believed hell’s fire will be gentle to him, will be too kind to him. And instead of burns and scars, he’ll receive hell’s caresses and kisses. He believed heaven will tear him apart. He has foreseen the angels playing the harp as his blood formed puddles on the pristine, ivory floor. The angles continued to sing as he crawled for his salvation and by the time they had reached their awaited crescendo, he’s done. He was frightened of heaven and that he was sure of.

He sat on his throne like the god he thought he was. He waited for the people to kiss his feet and wash them with their tears. He believed he was the Incarnated Son of God. The people said he was crazy.

He laid on his bed, caressing his stomach like the virgin he though he was. He waited for an angel to declare he will bear a son, the Savior of the World. And he called himself Mary. He sang the Magnificat as he created scars on his bare arms. The people said he was hopeless.

He stood on the edge of a building. He opened his arms and spread them like wings. He waited for the light on a cold January night. He believed he was the dove of Christ, the Holy Spirit. He jumped that night and let the cool air hugged him. The people said he was confused.

Long ago, he lost his sanity; that day, he lost his life.

- 1:20 pm 02/16/10