Pain of the Insane
Wretched emotion around my Twisted Head
Calling me a WUSS
Mocking my Attire
Evil Tauntings to conquer
What it is truly after:
"A small Pathetic Character
who lost his design, THE YOUTH..
as well as a memento of his once sane Mind"
Nobody wanted to share what he thought
Or how he felt about:
Lonely old and young timers
He travelled but only Inside
Forgotten angst and Sadness
that he tried hard to conceal & Hide
It is not a game from his heart
Every day -HIT surely torn him apart
Talking to himself:An Only Friend
Savaged Thoughts that cruel fully Rhyme
ARE YOU NOW..QUITE OUT OF YOUR MIND?!
The uneven stanzas of this Poem sadly illustrate
Sick and getting sicker that tends to be an only Fate
Who would welcome him from the Darkened Plain
Only the Bastard(that PAIN of the insane)