Sanity
I hear the sound of a minute hand clock
But see it I do not
This sound it tears it rips my soul
For every tic I pay the toll
Of loss of lucidness in my soul
I hear the sound of this satanic din
I have to find
I need to find
I crave to find
But cannot find
As I search
I hunt
I probe
And I scour
My lack of sanity grows by the hour
Minutes days months how long has it been
Long ago madness set in
Screams for help fall on deaf ears
From days well spent laughing in tears
No one to help no one at all
So a ten more year search in my room of padded wall
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