Insanity, Thought In Sanity

Thanks to the basic premonition skills, we are able to see our future of despair in greater depth..
Instead of a meaningless forecast that is clouded by a veil of doubt, a mirror reflects upon our longing for solitude..
That, is what we get from the imagery that the puppets of morrow cast upon the white screen of blurry daydreams we intendedly watch every single moment of our lives..
Maybe the solitude is the mourning of the future sigh that engraves our soul in deep..
But the realization perplexes our mind in a different perception than the usual, probably because we want our problems to be our solutions..
Our great escapes are our graves that bury us deep in immortal anguish we have to face all alone..
The help by psychotherapists and people of that sort is futile..
The demand is for a friendlier deed..
A hug is thousand times worth than a word, and will be a patch for that bleeding soul..
Yet, the clot will not be produced by hemophiliacs, and the loss will be deadly..
Our hands will smother the pure existence and excavate the identity, leaving only a body in sight...

People will begin to point a finger,
and you shall find yourself in a sanitarium
Now, you have an adjective for yourself that you might proudly show to what's left of you: thousands of unknown identities hiding deep beneath you,
those who succesfully climbed up the staircases from the daydreams of eternity..