1

Reality is slipping from my sights, sanity has left me cold and afraid. I see images I shouldn’t see, I hear sounds I shouldn’t hear. When I walk amongst the streets; I develop tunnel vision. I have grown paranoid of some non-existent strange. I know he isn’t there but my mind has become sure of him. I keep looking over my shoulder but no one is there. I hear these voices in my head that speak amongst them selves but I know they speak of me.

2

“five months” they tell me. Five months to live, five months to suffer about my problems, five months left in this disgusting hellhole. “You bastards can’t do anything about it?” I mumble to my self: they don’t hear me. They just continue with their jobs like little androids set to break dreams and lives.

3

Those five months pass as I sit in my room…alone. The images just keep getting worse, I see more and more things that aren’t real. The sounds have gotten louder, the voices of grown angry of me. I have nearly gone blind. As the clock ticks away I become more fearful of the dreaded day where my life be stolen of me. “Tick…tock…tick…tock living life a away with a broken clock. Haunted by scorn with the a red rose’s thorn. Left to be broken, left to be destroyed, left to be broken like the warriors of troy.” it is a poem I was once told by someone. I don’t remember who told it to me but I have it stuck in my head. It repeats over and over again.

4

As the final hours come upon me: I eat my last meal and say goodbye to this world. I close my eyes and saver my last breaths. I wait and wait…but nothing happens. I turn to the clock it is already an hour past the date. Hours and hours pass. “Those fucking bastards” I say as I laugh through my tears of joy. Weeks after the day the images and sound go away as though they never happened. My paranoia has been long gone. I celebrate my days as if I were gifted with them.

5

Sometimes a man’s worst fear is losing all sanity and life. But insanity is merely a trick of the mind. The symptoms show before you reach the point of insanity. The symptom is your belief: your belief that you are about to go insane, the belief that you have been paranoid. You convince yourself sometimes of these disasters and don’t even realize it; because the mind is stronger than the body.