Lost  In  Sanity  -  Martyr

We  are  lost  in  sanity;

We  have  lost  insanity

  A  restless  wind  turns

As  troubled  waters  churn

Blind  vision  unfurls  anon

With  the  mantle  of  prophecy

Battling  sailless  windmills    

Peons  his  peers

As  he  to  they  may  appear

The  paragon  of  trickery

Upon  the  altar  of  ignominy

Battling  sailless  windmills

And  the  lisp  of  cherished  lips

Lifts  the  lilt  of  idiocracy

His  raiment  of  white

Tainted  black  with  hypocrisy

Hating  the  hated,  hateful  of  hatred

Reflecting  an  eye  to  see

Through  the  veil  of  mediocrity

A  silver  tongue  wagging

To  pretensions  visionary

Splits  the  tangent  with  sermons  of  perfidy

And  so  now  forked,  swallowed  and  choked

Retched  back  for  a  new  soliloquy

"Sanity  may  be  madness

But  maddest  of  all  is

To  see  life  as  it  is

And  not  as  it  should  be"

  His  face  a  polished  mask

Cracks  a  line  in  the  glass

Reflecting  back

So  the  eye  can  now  see

Through  the  veil  of

Mediocrity

Battling  sailless  windmills    

For  he  is  no  more  than  they

To  him  becoming  fair  prey

Even  if  he  so  aspires

Entombed  in  lofty  spires

Battling  sailless  windmills

A  soul  riddled  with  scars

With  the  mien  of  mortuaries

To  the  bitter  pride

Of  tuberculosis

Hating  the  hated

Hateful  of  hatred

Reflecting  an  eye  to  see

Through  the  veil  of  mediocrity

Perched  above  so  high

Air  alone  to  impress

Self-serving

And  vainglorious

Waiting  for  praise.