Madness

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What Are We Of?(Part 1)-Lord Cantalo The sum of all my parts is a mind that's not my own.And yet I am more me than I will ever be.The void grows, but no one knows.Before existence, I was.
I whispered with the devil and he told me what to do. He said some people might not like it, even me, and it's true. Whether it's a noose around my neck, or a bullet in my head, he said he doesn't care at all; he just needs me dead.
Insecure souls,Walking on their own dead bodies,Emotionless, coz they don't care, even less,
Dear Red,   I see the madness in your eyes, The insanity, the love. It’s a not matter of the chicken or the egg, But what came first?
Dear Red,   I see the madness in your eyes, The insanity, the love. It’s a not matter of the chicken or the egg, But what came first?
wilted rose in a garden of madness, passing your days as an outcast- with no burden to bare   with shame you hang
The injustice,  The stupidity,  The sadness,  The rage.    This year has shown,  The world's a big stage.  The villains on one side,  Good versus bad.   
Dear Mr. Marxley, it's so nice to write you again. That said, I must question your recent choices I can't believe you went a dancing in the rain What made you listen to the syren voices?  
Between us, you and me, I fear your company.Your clouded breathing haunts meLike a chill in the skeleton tree.  
someone once a story toldof a reign, far I may addthere lived, lonely growing olda monarch who very sadwas rapidly going mad.  
Water rushes without the light All alone, a lonely plight A whoosh of air, I’m not alone A bright, bright light Your face then shone.  
I thought I found her.   I thought I'd die for her.  I thought she'd stay.    Life was better when when she was around,   but now   SHE   left  
She escaped the world so full of hate and turmoil. Her life a mess,  Her reality frightening and uncertain. Becoming distant, hostile and detatched. It's as if she were gone, as if she cracked.
sometimessometimes the manis a bata wooden stick strikingheads with a splatnails driving deepin crisscrossing slatson slides dividingscience fictionsfrom facts  
Madness? The fog hung low, but their spirits were twirling above, absorbed in a type of relation that could only be described as complete.
Crazy maiden in the woods tracked her down as best I could She and I both bruised and bled. My leg was lame. She sought me dead.   A tear-smudged face,  a curdling cry A deadly grace,
Ghosts linger in the crack between the door and its frame. Now, you should know that they’re hard to tame. Not every one of my demons is the same.   It is madness; It is a cigarette I call badness.  
I have lost my mind, yes I look with eyes so crazed Disillusioned by the trees and the bees and the misbelief that I matter.   I look with eyes so crazed;
My chest is being tickled by the feathers of a caged bird It flaps it's wings with desperation As it chirps morbid melodies that can't be heard I don't want to let him go He's the only thing I feel
My heart flutters and drops in the same second. As my imagination runs wild in this madness I call "my mind", to contain my uncontrollable laughter and aggression is a challenge that is tamed daily.
I laid down in the dark, Strapped in a jacket on my bed, With orange-bottled pills To keep the voices from my head.   But in the depth of silence
A long a stormy night Gloom and despair filling the air yet there is silence. Fires surrounding me as I wait to be saved yet there is no hope
I found myself relapsing last night. Again. Sadness came about and held my throat with both hands, and when I stopped sputtering and gasping for sweet air, self-hatred was registered in my heart
Somewhere down the road we took a wrong turnWe became curious of our Cheshire cat smilesand we fell down the rabbit holeWe got lost in each other's world of fantasy and illusions
clink  eggs crack against the bowl sky blue broken shell shards like glass the thin line we walk so high tightropes of minds stretched across infinity or not contrary contradictions
Innocence welcomed me with understanding and ease
Hold my hand and walking me over there Give me over and tell them what to do I won’t fight, I promise Don’t say goodbye, and don’t tell me you love me, just leave I’ll find a way to go on
who would make me do something like that? who would make me feel that way?
how can i be so many people bound by one skin? am i one dreaming soul   
Everyone else is a puppet to the Puppet Master
Can you see the madness behind my eyes 
Who says we have to hide? Required, we are not, but yet... In this chaos of life, It seems to come naturally. But hidden in the madness, We never notice who our friends are.
There I sat staring As every color flew by Oceans of madness
  Not a day will go by that people will end the day with regret.
Behind my smiles My good deeds My leadership My love for others Behind the eyes of those who look highest of me Who seek my guidence Behind all that i am I am paranoid
Define rape – A four letter word meaning She was asking for it Her skirt was too short And, well, she didn’t say no. Define catcall – A seven letter, slang term describing how men
Who would ever understand The person that I am He says he loves, he seems so sure But he doesn't have a plan I try and try and try But only seem to fail If I try one more time
I guess I'm confused how the term woman translated into bitch, or why I have to constantly reiterate that we're woman not hoes to every dude I'm with. You must've lost your mind when you lost your respect 
I can't find a method to this madness connecting stray dots  and calling them poetic thoughts numb bodies with  teeming eyes We don't deserve this demise! Where is the paradise?  
Well I've been sitting around lately
Poems are useless for those who aren’t writers
You look at me with that smile makes me feel like I can run for a mile, till you trip me with your sexual statements and volgarity, you hooked me in the beginning, made me feel special
Flap Flap Flap (hits pipe) AHHHHH... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The lonely room swallow the scene. Time accounts for the dusty surfaces while nursing the strange reality of insanity that is still fresh in the mind of the sane. The lonely candle flickers darkly
Green and red and blue eyes wild, Darkness and light and spinning breezes, The laughter of a fairy child, And the words of the toy the child squeezes.   The fae dance and twirl among the trees,
In my mind, I have lived a thousand lives, and died a thousand times.
There she stood, an innocent little girl with the screams of madness swelling i
What makes me tick? Where to even begin? How can I reply when I can’t rely On my own mind. Exactly what kind Of question requires a response to complex It perplexes me, thoughts so convex
There's a void in my head. What could it be but the emptiness I feel in my being? One tells me I will not make it, Another tells me they see a bright end of a dark tunnel. The ideas in my head scream for attention,
I forgot my watch today, I tried to draw it on, My hands didn't move, and now the time is gone,
My life, I watch it from the passanger side of the car, go go go and never come back. Today, apart of me; who I am died.
Tap Tap Tap Tap This game is impossible to beat. No matter how hard I try, my end result is always defeat.
In the midst of all madness one thing will stay true a future,a purpose, for me and for you. Each person, each problem, so big or so small will only push you to the point of it all.
When does it stop? I want to do what I can't,  And I do what I am not suppose to. Life governed by rules. Why is my time here so cruel?
You malicious little thing, you're living in nightmares. Spiders hide in dark in dark corners, crawl out to fill you with fright, dear.
Deal me in Jack is counting, One, two, three. Leaning back, Rythmic laughing pulling at the bones. Tick Tock. Ring the bells.
Of the train according to the front, after the order of 1000 suns cry eyeball - can all combustion terrace.
Welcome to this place of mine My Nightmare My Wonderland Here is where I spend my days Without a Care Without a Friend Everything is an illusion Sound and Sight Frame of Mind
Broken glass, Masks upturned; The March Hare is dead, Lying there among the dancers. A giggle starts That turns to a roar; Only a laugh for the death of the March Hare. So sad his passing,
In a world where goodis not good enoughand perfection is an endnever quite attained           I am trapped
“Can you feel it?  The madness slowly going  up your spinal cord.  The black ooze mixing with your neurons to create something new. Something different. Something  dangerous. You can feel can’t you.
My skull cracksAgainst the wall atEvery-distinct-slamOf the cell doors.   Patients’ constant banterJackhammers into my brain.   The wailing coercesWith the othersThat only I know.
I find myself tied to a string, There's an urge pulling at me. I cut off all the heads of my enemies, I begin to saw away at my personalities.   I saw fountains in mountains, It was only a spring.
What can I say? Life... It strikes me to my very core.  The warmth grows inside, Empowers me to feel even more.  Oh the energy built up within! Let loose your madness and create!
If you could see what I hear it would make you laugh some times and othes live in fear..........Some times it's qiet and so serean and others the voices are deafening......I try to block them out with drugs and alcohol but that only helps for awhi
I hear you, your voice is so faint. You’re invisible to my eyes. Searching for you, I question why? Answers almost grasped.
I’ve been taking in ideas of what life should mean from nameless strangers I’ve never even met. I try to listen to what they have to say; I want to tuck it away into my soul and save it for you.
Blood burns inside her wrists so sore until she’s writhing on the floor in acute pain caused by the madness of consuming ones heart and wanting more. The red drips from her baby nose
Wonderland, a place where our imagination can fly free. Where there is wonder and danger around every corner. Curiously we walk. The way you ought to go depends on where you want to get to.
Up late again and my minds getting hazy, Should probably be worried but it really doesn't faze me. Kinda getting used to these late nights, staring at a wall Listening to the voices asking how long till I fall.
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