Thomas Caamano

Thomas Caamano Jul 2013

There is a voice that likes to argue, deep inside my head
He says his name is Thomas and I know mine is Ned
It seems that now his mind is trying to take my hands bu
"go to sleep"
but I can't
"think of life"
go away
"let me out"
stay inside
"I need to breathe"
I don't care
"what if we died?"
please don't go there
So once again I've beaten back the voice inside my head
I think my name is Thomas and he says his is Ned

Thomas Caamano Jul 2013

Madness My Friend

Madness my friend it is time
To take up my pencil and rhyme
To rhyme without reason
But the change of the seasons
Madness my friend it is time

Madness my friend I have lost
Creativity comes at a cost
I lost my humanity
To gain this insanity
Madness my friend I have lost

Madness my foe you must leave
I shall give you no time to grieve
I can not sleep
Since you slaughtered my sheep
Madness my foe you must leave

Madness my friend you are back
Without you my poems did lack
That cool type of style
That has taken me miles
Madness my friend you are back

Thomas Caamano Jul 2013

First Signs

What is this feeling I've gotten?
What sense could it possibly make?
Maybe my mind has gone rotten
Yet still it entices like cake
Surely something's gone amiss
My days of being sane are done
What kind of sense could be found in this?
Ah, but the beauty is there's none

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