Where I Am Insane
I never paint love to form a
portrait.
I will never brush a flaming bush.
I am black inside the greyness of
my hate.
So is my shadow.
Trapped inside the sorrow.
Leading to my fate.
There is a door to my pain.
Where the blood from my
demons.
Continuously rain.
My turmoil is thunder.
My hollow is shallow.
Inside my head.
The voices rumble.
Driving what is left.
Around the bend to the right.
Straight through the mirror.
Where I am alone.
Where I am insane.
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