Finale Of Madness Poem by Piscine Kipling

My peripherals make people out my eyes
None are really there but I seem to see them
For God sent me visions that do nothing but lie
Bringing my soul to back to hell, where it was from

Echoes ring out to the innards of my outward mind
A mysterious cloak covers the stranger within
And when others ask I tell them I'm doing just fine
But I know that all I said was to cover up my withering

I should have predicted the change in the aura around
The cataclysmic time of the season from my birth
And the mysterious people in the world I soon found
Only to realize that they were not of the blue Earth

The bonds I have made and all that seemed like my world
Broken and trembled into the abyss of true reality
Lying there in the most snug and warm of curls
Ghosts of my mind will continue crowding around me

Faint voices still speaks that knows no physical form
Whisperings from the unconsciousness to my ears
The depravity I have shown for years now are reborn
To many others I have shown the darkness of my fears

I have tried everything to kill the manifestation of my evil
Not yet have I found a solution that is not my very demise
But now I stand with my last moments with those people
Now off the cliff where the waves slaps and the waters rise