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How do you argue with insanity

when an ego is buried in vanity?

Everything is blown out of proportion.

All rational thought succumbs to distortion.

Lies uncovered. Truths revealed,

leaving wounds that will never heal.

Twists and turns and placing blame...

Why bother? Is it to hide shame?



Hurling insults and throwing stones,

accusations and picking at bones,

like a vulture not wanting to miss one bite,

gnawing away like a rat in the night,

returning over and over, never wanting an end,

as a dog to it's own vomit, again and again.

A rabid animal, teeth bared, foam dripping

is all that remains of a mind that is slipping.



Slip sliding away into a world of delusion,

full of righteous anger and grandiose illusions.

“Clouds illusions” is how the song goes.

Where this stops nobody knows.

Hollow eye sockets stare with a strange sadness,

while a morbid grin reveals the madness.

Fly away, Angel, for all that is left at the end

is a skeletal corpse once called "friend".