Presence of a thought in a feeble mind,
Like shadows left to the mercy of a dying candle flame
A delirious sense of being, unfolding visions inexplicable,
So many factors, who should get the blame?

Draining hope of everything it has,
Screaming through the silence of your voice,
A short sojourn to eternity and back,
Horizons of sanity; where art thou?