Window To Insanity

By Laura April 23, 2015 Missing are times I wasn't feeling like this A symphony of monotones inscribed in the bliss What if the cackling clowns are prophets in disguise? don't think that I can trust the dreams projected in my eyes Twisted and unwashed; a soul I cannot clean Lacing my impurities into the web of the unseen It plays before my sunburned eyes just like a twisted lulliby It tells me that this will be the vision when i die I shut the blinds and lock the door just like i did before I hide away today to find the evil ways of war The darkness that will stay with me into another dynasty A different face to hide behind, for Laura Dee to never see I filter out their biased trials and fabricated tribulations Just to find my spotless mind is full of useless education Cause I don't have the faculties to harvest any empathy Just battle scars on weathered thighs that voice the darkest parts of me This isn't good nor is it bad It's better than I've ever had I'm still alive; that much is true I'm still insane but so are you