Does anyone know
where sanity goes
when the voices
cry out in the silence?
And all that you knew
has been proven untrue
but the blood and the pain
and the violence.
If there ever was time
to collect what is mine
it’s a long time ago
I am certain.
The reward I desired
was consumed in the fire
when the gods up on high
dropped the curtain.
And don’t ever presume
that your life will resume
when insanity passes with
morning.
For the shadows hold fast
to the present and past
when love disappears
without warning.