Pensanity
PENSANITY
As of now
It’s like before
The future of then
Death lives anymore
And other men
Grow on my grave
Sometimes the air smells familiar
And the weather feels like a dream
The people all think that I’m still here
But I’m just a blank T.V. screen
The wires are crossed
The circuits are blown
As of now
It’s like before
But the present of then
Is given no more
At once I am fighting many men
My sanity is kept in my pen
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