Serving The Insane. Poem by Not Long Left

It was those troubled minds i was paid to pacify
that over time with ease they did change me,
disorting and transforming my minds eye,

like a stone moulded by the sighs of the sea,
words and sights are now blurred with distrust,
each sentance, each image, plauged with uncertainty.

once setttled and imbedded and unlike dust,
these feelings could not be wiped away,
so into the abyss of abject despair i was thrust.

These drifting souls prefer neither night or day,
when everything is blinded by turmoil.
The stains of insanity can never be wiped away.

so together we stand looking up from the floor of the well,
whilst the light of release remains unreachable,
from above the sane hear the madmans yell.
but take heed of this advice take caution when they call.