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INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE

I can feel it in my feet
That feeling of feeling near the brink
I can feel it deep in my bones
That feeling of feeling alone
What good does it do to have all you desire?
But then throw it all away in hopes of as fire
Is it really worth all the joy
To give up ones hope on just a boy
What ever happen to those beautiful proud women?
Who dared not follow that white skinned demon?
How does one stay on the chosen path
When faced down with the world’s heated wrath
I cannot really express these fleeting hopes
In fear of crucifixion of my own personal pope
But I will say this in my hour
You are useless without those in power



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