"immeshed" poems
Long and low
Are the moans of insanity
Resonating through the barren corridors of my mind
Beckoning me to join in its parade of madness
Being alone with only me, myself, and I
I have lost all track of time
Immeshed by the truths of reality
Insanity promises to release me from my sorrows
Insanity is to cure me of my sadness
Insanity is infectious
Spreading far and wide throughout my mind
Beautiful and comforting
Are the moans of insanity
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC