A Desperate Search For Words

There is a madness Beneath That rips and tears All of these Sane thoughts From this mind This head of mine And then comes Endless sleep But where and how To make this real Make to make What is made to be I cannot believe How days will be There is an insanity Some where I cannot hide from Traveling in and out Of sanity with the Lights on Where did all my time go With you or Out the window? But when and who To see this through See to see What is seen to be I cannot know How these things go There is crazyiness Inside Desperate to bare all Secrets and spites That I hold No matter the years Passing by I find emptiness In fullness they Fool themselves with But what and why To believe what they Feed to feed The hungry and sane I cannot want Any of these