the death of Sanity Prologue 2

Harold was bored in London. He walked down the street past, McCarthy's book store, the same as any day. The bricks still told the same story. Brick after brick of melancholy red. It breathed out the same grey notes of fog. There really was no story here, only the same stifling memories of familiarity. He passed Mrs. Smith's hat shop where his wife, Nell bought sunday bonnets for her Lucy and Anne. Even the hats matched the grey sorrow. London once thrived, but now anguish, death and sorrow plagued the city. It once stood tall and bright with the successful but just since a few months it has turned to ashes. On this morning the message boy from the London law enforcement, had called for him. He was working as an officer and now was on his way to investigate a crime scene he had needed to be seen, apparently it was pretty bloody, by the reactions made by his fellow officers. This may be one of his once yearly excitements. He had been directed by the page boy, although he had not needed to he knew the neighborhood very well, it was the wealthier part of town. Many rich families settled there for it's closeness to the fancy shops and quality and beauty of the houses there. When his family had went on carriage rides, through the park just a block away, they marveled at the homes. The girls would say which one was their favorite, or which to buy. This had always made his wife laugh and make him angry. They were to drunk in the bliss of childhood to realize that someday they would live in society and understand what adults must go through. You can't just say "i want to live there." and have the money to do it.  By the time he was on the street he began noticing larger amounts of people. He reached the house where the crime had been done. People and neighbors fringed out on the outsides of the gate. officers heavily kept watch on all sides. Harold pushed through the people, excusing himself, until h reached the gate. He revealed his badge and walked legs quivering at the feeling of mystery as he walked to the front steps. 

Prologue for my story the Death of Sanity

one man, alike all the others in london that day, in his dignity 

He begins his story when all odds are against him 

Fiance taken 

friendship betrayed 

loneliness takes hold 

from old past life brings familiar memories 

when time is time reused 

from these folds of story comes one lonely man and one woman questionable of her existence 

give their lives up 

to no longer feel the intensity, grief, pain, suffering, grudges and memories of every day life 

all is the same now in love men of insanity love her

without their choosing she comes

through portals and drownings deaths and dreams 

in the never ending cycle of life that leaves our minds unwillingly confused in the labyrinth she rules 

their blood leaves the white clean of life destroyed and in anguish 

one woman of beauty and imagination, she is the future the past the present 

one man of wealth and prestige, he is the innocent, the confused, and the martyr 

in the end you must lend us your ears so this will not happen again

can someone find a love that is nonexistent , or one that died years ago 

through rage, envy and lust in your mind we over throw 

to solve the story, the mystery of true love, is up to you.