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I walk the corridors of madness,

Dabble in the ways of mind.

Alone I sit within my realm

Of hardened wood and metal bar,

Staring up at thickened walls

Where the nearness of death

Is made to seem far.

Back to the hordes of flowing bodies.

I see a face familiar yet unknown,

And find that this face, into my heart has grown,

Then realize that though in mine,

I’ve not a place in hers.

I see those around whom I have know for years,

I feel my face and find it dry,

Though I feel like shedding tears.

Many faking life to live,

Not like the mask I wear.

Instead theirs is dark and seamless,

Mine is evolving, though never changing

Yet I can see through theirs.

They wish for some to see them different,

While others to see them the same.

Although I cant say I feel different,

I can’t say I feel the same.

I put on a smile and laugh at the jokes,

Sometimes my smiles are slightly real,

Though in my heart I cannot feel

The truth that must be evident.

Instead I seem to push it back,

Bury it deep within my chest,

Suppress the urge to spill my guts,

Admitting all I feel.

I hear the voice, angelic laughter,

Filling me with faux delight.

Not fake in substance but fake in might.

I turn to find nobody there,

Then back into the dark I stare,

To find that good companion

Who hold true.

I feel my mind, as it spoils with my heart,

And hear my crow destroy my lark,

Then realize as its song dies away,

That the love that I feel wont be presented today.

The twisted chirps finally stop,

Replaced with a wretched caw,

A single tear, no more, no less

I shed within my selfless awe.

I feel the crow within my veins,

Flying throughout my mind.

Spreading its plague like

A river tears its way throughout the land.

At last it perches on my heart,

Digs its talons in.

Deeper they go, I feel no pain,

My eyes turn black, my soul starts to rain,

Then realize, that I’m now going sane.