Insanity
My sanity is falling like A painful hail all around me Reality is slipping through The clumsy hands of time Disease will paint my pretty portrait Painting darkness all around me Reality was nice to taste If only for a little whileThere are times when I don't feel entirely complete, which is frustrating, so I thought that ending this poem when so much more could have been said went along nicely with the way I feel Written October 15th, 2001 © on Oct 15 2001 06:25 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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