Part 2: Insanity's Grasp

  My hollow soul, emptiness building within that dark void within me. I feel dead, as is to say, I am DEAD, inside, something is eating me alive. The maggots of flied filled with the desire to eat away all that holds dear to me. My head, filled with nothing but the cycles of voices that goes in and out, in and out, never stopping. I felt like I was about to loose it and fall at the edge of insanity. Only a step away. Only a gust of wind will push me down, into the pit of literal madness. Conjoining every bit of my will to let go and ooze out the fire that lies within. Yet, even with the urge, even with that painful desire to go mad, I stop. because I have not known the fragility of my own will. My soul prevents my instinct, my dire love to go mad. I am insane enough that I do not do my own will with no reason at all I begged myself, yet I say no. I pleaded, I cried, I pleased to let me fall, yet a cold shoulder beheld within me. Nothing I know is willed anymore. Insanity, growing, within, trying to burst and kill me.