So Tell Me: Am I Sane?
The power in me is suppressed in this daze.
The light from the real world is clouded in haze.
My mind opens up and my eyes just crack open.
The logic appeals to a mind that's not there.
The crazed desperation of a dreamer.
I'm reaching for the world that lives beyond.
The world which cast me in my dazzled spell.
A world I never knew and which there was.
A dream within a dream, so here I lie.
Unsure if I'm awake or if I'm not.
The pain speaks volumes, pulsates through my veins.
My heart it screams obscenities in rage.
And laughs that all this chaos made it mad
the girl which it supports--so is she dead?
Can pain create an abyss just so deep
It pumps the poison through the body's veins
And poisons that which God had meant to live
Enough to drive the sanity insane?
Can pain create a gulf which love can't heal.
Can Torture make the mind turn on itself?
Can Evil make a world which can't exist?
And yet convince the body that its fine?
And are these ramblings of a soul insane?
Or do these thoughts protrude from what is real?
Does the mind create reality
Or does reality create the mind?
So tell me am I sane?