When I see the dawn of night approach,
the march of monsters that I fear,
hear the sound of a death train coach,
listen to the wailing whispers in my ear
 
I'll dig a foxhole, dark and deep,
a place to hide my restless mind,
a safe secure in which to keep
some sanity that I may later find.
 
Not that I am now all that sane,
(can't help but wonder if I ever was),
but just in case some remnant remains,
for now I think I'll give it pause
 
set it aside for other days
and don a mask of lunacy,
let them see that I am crazed
and maybe they'll just let me be
 
'til the light of day comes to shine
when the world won't seem to be as bad
and everything will be just fine
until then I think, I shall go mad.
 

05/01/2005

Posted on 05/01/2005
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