I lost my sanity long ago
If I were to search it would be in vain
for it has been swept away
by the broom of Time.

Losing ones sanity
The found seem lost
while the lost
are merely on the brink of a river
that could carry them to nothing.

A rain drop is a tear from the devils
As they try to save what little inhumanity there is left.
A wind does not speak but brush by
feeling superior to you and those 'round.

You're hands are not works of a god
but of pure coincidence, shaped to fit a purpose
A purpose lost on you, lost in the pores of leaves
as they take in your purpose.

I lost my sanity long ago
And I rather not look for it
For it has not bothered to look for me.