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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Sanity of the Insane
[time] => 2003-04-12 06:05:00
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[bodytext] => I strive to make my life seem more alive
But I feel deprived of the basic needs So I cry to the outside But still I am denied For they said that I had lied And therefore my punishment justified All the torments of a crazy yet sane man, to me applied Locked in a room previously sanctified It is in this room that I slowly die Surrounded around by mirrors So I could see myself eye to eye to eye to eye The madness is enough to make one wonder why Why one isn't crusified for all the lies It is here, in this room so fortified That I decide to no longer hide As I had in times gone by and by I turned to face myself, resolve finalized And yet as I looked I was mortified By the ever-present, ever-growing Ever-watching, ever-knowing darkness in my eyes A darkness that tries one's sanity Pries away any sense of feeling As it took my emotions I cried "Why God? Why. Why. Why." My tears done cried and dried My brain charred and fried Thus making my sanity, and therefore my insanity, amplified No wonder from myself I shied I was a shell half empty, a man without a bride A cup full of cyanide From this many meanings one can derive I am a wandering soul without his pride If one say that I am sane I can, will, and must reply "On the contrary, my good man, you sir have just lied." [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 13 [informant] => TundraHydra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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