You know the cost of evil
Is written in the soul
Evolution being the pathway
For the beast to assume control
We are but a throw of dice
A cosmic shot in the dark
Misfireing neurons drowned us ln vice
Left behind the cold stare of a shark
Yes all of us live with the darkness
Random elements this is what we are
We strive to hold back the madnes
Of knowing we are but dust of a star
So tell me how will you judge me
Your very nature is colered ln blood
Look deep inside and you will see
The cost of evil
               Is just all that is good.          Hy

A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS

I cut my self
out of the mirror.

My reflection
tinkles to the floor.

I sweep up
these shards of self

with red
dust pan and brush.

Well, that's enough
of this

me
for the moment.

I think to
my self

and wander off
to find

the me
I have

yet to be
discarding

what I have been
reading

Middleton's
A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS.

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Tears for Fears MAD WORLD comes on the radio as I fall out of my(self)and death guts my world whilst reading  A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS.

"Tis a mad world (my masters) and in sadnes / I travail'd madly in these dayes of madnes."

"All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow."

To what do I owe this grief
To whom do I point my finger
I have no solution
Or reverse spell

From whom do I collect my debt
From where do I rewrite my fate
Call it madnes
A believer becoming faithless

Tell me where will I find my heart
The cure to my blindness
I offer my blood in sacrifice
My soul for his life