By: Andrew Openshaw
Beyond the realm of the insane
Lies a place for those who
A fated chasm, behind the
Eyes, where burning fires radiate.
It is there the wheel of thought
Transcends, life’s objective view
Stops and ends — for here,
Here lives sub-conscious ill, intrinsic
Sickness of the multitude.
Still, and secret until, the
Mind’s switch finally clicks and
The depraved depths of the human
Soul are told.