Look- I have seen reality at its finest
Ups and Downs, corruption and eruption
Nature and Death, Birth and Seduction
To me it has been a pleasure and a curse
These slight details have driven me to verse
Into a world- hidden from the human eye
Only dreams that not even psychics can foresee
Aches and pains of external and internal misery
You would think I had imagined an art like this
But to the sharpest of sane- there is something we miss
This mind- not be of killer nor demon
Let me be perfectly clear of my reason
That can not tell difference between cycle or season
Just talks with words that drop like a needle in fire
That burns into sword of heart's greatest desire
I have not seen something more scary in my life
Not a monster nor creature- not a weapon or pain
But simple reflection in the mirror- of a man; Insane
Lost of feared memory- hiding through mask of emotion
Screaming rage of the irony-waiting for motion
Those who read this- do not look away
I am now symbol- for those who have lost their ambition
Who lost their spark or ideals- I am key to ignition
Seen exactly for what it is- trapped in a routine of life
That will sharpen over time- until we are stabbed by the knife
This is the truth- here is your reality
The knife that gave us birth, soon gives us death
For our purpose engulfs us- with breath to each breath
Do we live to die- or are we born to sit still
We were all given values, by the gift of free will
Do you understand what it is like then?
Simply is that a fault- for thinking with disdain
Is that why people have reason- to call me Insane
For all that I know- was spoken with influence and thought
I guess until one cares- I stand strong, as I am not
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