Laying down, feeling broken.
The words they say aren’t even spoken.
They are resighted.
Word for word, said before.
Life is a closed door.
All rejected and alone.
Alone as they watch you
struggle to find the key.
Once the door is opened your free.
Free from this insanity.
Welcome to the land of the sane.
We are all down,
hand in hand, all as one,
while being broken.
Shards of glass cut, but words are deeper.
The pain, we watch, as she seeps through.
Through the cracks of our mind.
Oh, what a way to pass time.
As the insane come to...