Siege Within

I am identified Insane
For I beseech light in darkness, life in death,
Magic in the mundane, silence in chaos.

Oh, What am I to do?
Trust the heart that beats
Or the mind that thinks?
I sink into the deep valleys of doubt and disdain.
Could the heart be a sinner
A soul seller to Satan?

But that shouldn't be;
A loyal heart may not betray the master.
Who is the master, after all?
Does the heart own the mind or does the mind own the heart?

I know not whether to trust the heart,
Or sustain monogamy with the mind?
Why the fear, why the pain;
Why the unbearable urge to slip into oblivion.

Yet something seated deep within,
Vouches for the heart, for it can never prune your emotions
Oh, but how can I forget the world,
The hyperbole of the 'testimonial' mind
That rises, rules and reigns ...
Gripping the strings of time and power
Wound across a fabric weaved in the threads of manipulation.

An eternal conflict abounds,
That painstakingly inflicts pain
But I cannot deceive my heart I know ...
For what am I without my heart?
A defamed soul simmering in somatic and emotional discomfort
Devoid of virgin presence?
And without a mind, I live only to be called the fool. ...