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Sanity The Poem
We are all broken bruised and
all so abused Obsessing
with those better times while
being stuck out side our minds.
Knowing where we were and remembering when.
We are all counting away these days
as if some thing, magical may come our ways.
But in this life there are no rainbow's
that follow to riches.
There is just sinister "plastic"
waiting to be wrapped around us,
cut...us...kiss...us we need you...
to excite us.
The world is slowly falling down.
catch us, there are inevitable forces at hand.
Where they are there is no time, and they
are so exhausted,
with that all so old concept.
Love will not exist there, and there is
no depression, and all flowers are grey.
Should they not give us there opinions before
all quickly fade away.
Shouldn't they heal us with there compassion
and take it all way.
Where is all our amnesty, I say they've
taken it all away.