Break Free
In a sane world were do us, the mad fit in?
It is never ending this search to call a place
home when your mind is twisting and turning, never thinking straight.
But in this never
ending cycle who truly cares.
Thoughts of whats is and what shall be are things of the
prophets, not one am I.
In the darkness do I dwell, in the spaces in between can you find
me gibbering and ranting in the solitude of my mind.
In shades of black and red do I see
the path never straight as you would see but a spiral
of sameness that in my madness I
strive to break free.
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