I wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really sure
I call it individuality!
Who is Society
To create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity
As humans we aren't meant to comprehend truth, because of it i'm drowning
There is a boat i won't grab onto, for the boat is only for believers
The people try to pull me in, but i won't adjust so i'm only pulling them down with me
I pulled 2 people down with me, now they're gone. I'm still drowning ...
The boat doesn't even matter anymore, I drift under the sea blanket of insanity.
You sit out the days and nights in a room of metal bars
trying to convince the world that they are the ones in prison
while the strychnine and syrup pools on your liars tongue
the music rises and you elbow your way to the center spotlight determined
to claim it
but there is one already waiting
one who owns this time
and if you dance with the devil don't expect him to play fair
because you are his favorite guest
an easy conquering
a mere take out order
as you choose to let him lead
ignoring the pricking of your thumbs and turning another blind eye
the definition of this insanity is to expect a different outcome
but the only ties you long to keep are the ones holding this monkey to your back
as you take your bows in that spotlight and wait
for the next performance
never noticing the clanging
as time rusts those metal bars shut
while you peer out
still insanely convinced you are on the winning side
still chillingly convinced you are the winner
In my mind,
There lives two wolves.
Two distinct voices.
Each telling me to make different choices.
How am I supposed to know which one to pick?
Quite honestly, the stress of it all is making me sick.
Is the right answer instilled in us?
In our heart and in our brain?
Or maybe two voices is all it will take to drive someone like me insane.
Pens without ink
words carved into pages of fallen trees amputated branches
charges never pressed the press
impressed the judge
intends to defend the pen
words hung dry on crosses
in desolate deserts
where dehydration deforms delicate notions
while the naive natter needlessly
wind without breeze
darkness without light
words created without thought
life born with death
death withheld by living
no breath without suffocation
no day without dawn
no love without hate
Those who Dance to the Music are
considered Insane by those who cannot Hear it.
But are we not all insane?
Are we not part of the same life of sound, music and death?
Are we not all behind the same wall?
We're all insane. It's just that not everyone knows it.
Which is why they're staring at me because I'm humming.
I'm sure everyone knows they're insane but refuse to admit it.
So they stare and judge.
Of course, we're absolutely mental.
All the best people are.
But the really insane ones are the who think they're normal.
Yet they send us to mental institutions.
Because they honestly don't realize . . . we all have monsters.
We stopped running from the ones under our beds, when we realized
they were inside of us.
We're all monsters.
No avoiding it.
I'm trying out the hashtag thing. Not sure if I did it right. Oh well.
HEY! Hey you! You over there
Reading, judging, writing
This isn't for you, I thought
You should know.
It isn't for me
It's being written
By slowing consuming
Can you just tell me
Who the fuck you are
You're here but never
Are you at all?
Who I am talking to?
Didn't you know I
Can read your mind?
There's nothing you
Can hide that I'll
You'll never see.
I don't hide
In plain sight
I AM your mind
The thing that
Guides as a guise
Slowly drifting to
Where illusions slowly die.
I'm not the knife
At your throat
The hand that
Guides it is mine.
Inside. No rules
For me, decide blindly.
You were born to see
Now you are me
A sword that
That is me.
Say hello, welcome your insanity.