​“Insanity”

Empty…please surround me

Somehow make me whole

Possibly imploding

From a past none should know

Life more like a sentence

In the dark were no light shows

Walls of claustrophobia

Closing in to take its toll

It corrupts…invades…corrodes…decays

Leaving only the scent of cement

And a question of when did it go

And just were our sanity went
 

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