(In)Sanity

Tethered by nothing but a few strands to sanity,
Voices drowned in an all pervasive silence,
Thoughts surrounded by vaccum, impregnable,
Enchanted and spellbound by nothingness,
Limbs, as though amputated,
Painless, or rather insensitive to it,
Anchored to this detachment,
Not yet ready to let it all go.