Sanity.It trickles through my fingerslike soft sandon a sunny beach.It's like the clown with the tear away face.It was here in a flash,now gone without a trace.It was the cooling breezedrifting through the treeson a hot summer's day.It was a comfortlike a warm blanketor an old teddy bear.And now it's gone.
Yes Boss... A tall, well dressed man leaned against the kitchen counter and brushed a bit of lint from the sleeve of his crisp pinstripe suit. He sighed and ran a hand over his slicked back hair. "Another one Maria?" "I-I-I'm so sorry M-Master!" The maid scrambled to pick up the shattered pieces of a dropped dinner plate. Her hands trembled so bad that half the pieces ended up dropping back to the floor. "Oh d-d-dear," she stammered. "That's the fifth one this week, ya know..." He watched her with a faint spark of pity in his eyes. "You're going to have to be punished for this..." She nodded sadly, staring at the floor. She couldn't bear to look at him. She had failed him yet again. She reached out for a rather large chunk of plate only to have it slip from her fingers, cutting them open in the process. With a quiet whimper she stuck the bleeding fingers in her mouth. Tears welled up in her bright hazel eyes. The man knelt down next to her. "You've hurt yourself again