The crazy in me came out last week,
but I don't care???
Normally my house would be armed to the teeth,
waiting for some form of retribution,
normally i'd be bouncing off the walls with paranoia,
darting in and out the windows.
My mind thinks about it,
but i'm not fazed,
my mind just won't fixate on it.
but I still wait for whats to come.
death comes to us all...