Slave To Madness
a slave to the mad,
i'll do as they say,
or lose my own mind,
along the way,
they dance by fire,
and howl at the moon,
while in the air,
fear of sanity may loom,
they need not fear,
any sound mind,
a head screwed on straight,
is so hard rto find....
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2012
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