There was a smell of insanity mixed in with the crisp night air then. What was it's scent? Fresh flowers, melted chocolate, and just a slight of rotten fruit. Spices carelessly mixed into the recipe, creating a strong domestic sense. Putrefaction. And, if your mind swelled with curiosity, you'd wonder about the sound of insanity. Heart-wrenching sobs, rushed whispers, hushed shrieks, and broken laughter of those too lost in their pitiful minds to find their way back to reality. The sound was a dark lullaby that called to any that cared to listen, lulling it's victim towards it's chilling song. Though those that are unwilling fall just as easily to it's voice. Unsatisfied with just that? Insanity held a bittersweet taste, bold and fresh. Iron from freshly spilled blood. The appearance of it was splatters of grotesque colours; blood red, puss green, the yellow tinge of fat, and the gray of brain matter. It danced across the skin, and reached deep inside of you, probing and violating your innards, though you welcomed it like a long time lover. It's hands caressed you possessively, whispering sweet nothings, and dark promises that sent shivers throughout your being. Everything becomes lighter, and the burdens of the world fade away, and you wave to them as they depart already forgetting what they were. It continues to murmur your name, urging you towards the blurred light that swarmed with those grotesque colours that appear artistic in your eyes.
And tonight, I can hear the sinful pleasure of it's call lingering in my mind...