Within Sanity I Found Insanity.
Do you hear that again?
again and again
Screams and cries. I twich and look and gaze.
My brother holds me tight. His arms get tighter and tighter.
My heart goes Thump...Thump...Thump....
The moon plays its own sonata in the dark sky.
The stars compose a rigid plaster. I look up and tears fall.
They fall from the heavens. The angels look down in discontent.
Fore what have I done to deserve this?
They scream and scream like pigs in a slaughterhouse.
They follow me even in my dreams.
They NEVER STOP.
Someone make the voices in my head stop.
They literally consumed me.
I was meak, weak and weary
All I could see was black.
Pitch black.
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