breath from life

January 13, 2016

Blasted into a million pieces, small cities if you will

Corrupting my state of mind

Lord knows I can't live without my sanity

My peace of serenity that keeps me from surrendering to the chaos around me

Not wanting a defibulator to pound me because I simply don't have my sanity

There is no asylum that can keep me restrained

The only thing that can keep me alive is to remain sane

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