Madness
The madness is closing in,
I can feel its stagnant breath.
It beckons : " It's easier to give in
than face sanity's wrath."
"Hope is but the unforgiving sun,
that leads feathered fools to their deaths.
Fairness is but a laughable pun,
that old men joke to their cats."
I can only find solace
in my digital domain of songs.
Fake stories of love and grace,
the only right in all these wrongs.
The madness is closing in,
I can feel its stagnant breath.
Maybe I should give in,
than follow destiny's path.
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