turnings of insanity
By ecologist
I used to believe in happiness notice the lie in believe what is belief -- something made from faith faith in something greater than what a thing is I am nothing more than that which I am an echo, a reverberation of something, of nothing I was real, I was -- a ghost now reality bends light twisted turned into gold or black not sure -- i cant tell the emptiness -- calls fills me -- empties me twists and turns chaos in sanity what, who, where am I -- but a figment of a ghost's imagination chastised by a scorned heart scars lie across my face my soul my heart -- becoming lines of flow, rivers of fire ... drifting into the dark or the light questions without answers maybe answers needing questions watch the hollow man -- grasp the sanity of his insanity Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 12:00 AM PST 0 • 10
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"I used to believe in happiness..."