The Knowing

The knowing
The knowing is a frightening place on the edge of insanity where
Awareness surpasses reality.
It is a home that feeds on your knowledge.
It fills the mind with geometric shapes of the twisted psyche.
There is no repentance.
For I have seen this matrix with only one door in and no escape.
You know that you know what others know not.
Yet you know what others know that you never will.
It is a sickening discovery of realism.
Remembering Einstein, Rembrandt, Floyd, or Plath with empathy.
Yet, I snuff out just in time before the reaper comes in and steals my soul.
I stop one second before lunacy appears.
I recant, I withdraw, I subside.