THE MIND OF THE INSANE, by Anarchy_will_rise Subscribe to rss feed for Anarchy_will_rise

The distruction of this mans mind

went as he turned ruthlessly blind

Though he could see as a hawk

His bitter cold soul would not

Paintings of the blood shed tears

of all the pain caused through the years

why would he destroy his happiness

and trade it for dramatic sadness

the mind of this man left alone and crippled

From this his mind so bleak his insanity trippled

He devoured him self in his own self pitty

and this happens to all, what a pitty

let the lesson of loss guide ur way

but dnt take it to long for u might stray

then the pack wont let u in

for being so arrogant and grim

you took the drug that left u huddled in a ball

and u saw that the dead could after all crawl

What a diffrence the story can be told

from one from experience beholds

For if ur to blind to see

The insane is u and me...

Posted: 2008-11-19 03:24:31 UTC

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