I know you want to scream

Tears slipping at the edge of reality

Hopes crushed, falling inward at the sign of dementiality

We all fall in to the call of insanity

It will have you, if it can

The darkness, the doom of every man

Blinding our vision of hope, the blight of depression

Breathing altered, confused and heightened

Heart beating speedily inside your chest

Ragged breath after ragged breath

Pain, like a harbinger angel delivers soft caress

We are what we are, we appear to be insane

Blows of inadequacy delivered to the brain

Dark hues, colors spent; a soul is bent

And darkened with experience

Stained

Crimson ink on paper flesh

Drawn by a knife's edge

Equal to nothing close at all

Of the emotions disconfigured, painful

Dementia clawing, ever climbing

To heightened pitches of decayed declining

Merciful only to memories better left forgotten

Revenge like a bittersweet romance is tasted

Preying upon the mind until all is wasted

What arises from the dust is like the phoenix

But reborn from the deadened dreams of beaten children

We are what we are, we appear to be insane

Blows of insecurities delivered to our brains

Dark hues, colors spent; a soul is bent

And darkened with experience

Stained

In the end, it's the strong who will survive

The ones who stand up to the tricks of time

Insanity crushing the edges of their minds

EVerywhere living out normal lives

Appearing to be nothing more than normal people

All the while behind closed doors

Hear them ranting and raving at empty air

Swearing vengeance at foes imagined

Crying for forgiveness with the same breath

From some relative long ago laid to rest

Fevered intensity of a monstrous history

Laid out in front of them for all to see

We are what we are, we appear to be insane

Inadequacy and insecurities delivered to our brains

Darks hues of colors spent on a soul thats bent

And darkened with experience

Beaten and bruised; bloodily stained