Insanity is like a drug
It burns deep in your heart and veins
Making your emotions go insane
You lose track of time
And control of your mind
Reality slips away
Day by Day
Until you cannot stand
The intensity of the pain
Then it comes to mind
The only thing left to do
A handfull of drugs
And a bottle to your name
And as you slip away
You finally realize
You are no longer Insane...


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