Departing Sanity

Setting off for a while, leaving.

The winds of torment blowing down the valley of lost despair.

No salvaging the thoughts of youthful, wishful thinking;

leaving on a journey, heart on the chopping block, mind on a gurney.

Tired of this gamble that is life,

thoughts lost at no cost to the possessor;

all the credit claimed by the professor.

Slipping, slowly slipping, sky's of grey,

the Devil in the work directing scenes;

the director only playing well his part,

to dig deep into,

to manipulate the heart.

I'm leaving on the midnight koo,koo train,

they say I flipped, I finally gone insane.


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