Insane
Inane
It's so mundane 
The strain
Outweighs
What I have gained 
 
I trust
I must
Repel the dust
You ****** 
With lust
While we discussed 

The days
And ways 
We set ablaze 
In haze 
Our gaze
Went through a phase

The flame
Became 
Our only name 
A frame
The brain
Could not contain

Will we
Believe 
What we have seen
Or be 
Deceived
By every deed