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Sanity
falling from the skys
ropes hung from ceilings
barrers of knives
jumping into rivers and drowning in tides
insides exposed after gunfire
lighting your soul and home on fire
obituaries filled with empty love each day
every person has their reason to call for a grave
reserving dirt with one great price to pay
the gift of life wanted to be returned
but at what cost?
the title of a madman?
or the grant of a wish?
a prayer...
i know your here, i feel you there and i will cry when you're gone
but i do not feel your love now
i am a madman
i do not feel sane
what person is sane wanting their death wish to be death?
digging up dirt so that they may rest
I've had enough of this!
Nathan you make me glad God wont grant my wish
