Serene Madness
Dreams stolen
By an illness
With no compassion
With no heart or soul
A chalky pill
A weapon against the madness
That lives to destroy
The brilliance that lives inside us
A bitter illusion
Our bodies free to roam the world
While our minds are locked away
Prisonsers of this frightening journey
Inside this manic depressive existence
That we call home
Copyright © Courtney Dyer | Year Posted 2009
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