Stars shine like the eyes of the pureAnd moons are fullSome are wise.But most are foolsSome use love as their only weaponWhile others choose hateMany ..
she unstrapped the ends of my strait jacketand whispered to my insanity"be free"surely she is a few patients short of a whole asylumto allow me to use..
Terror sweeps the faces of the left behind'front mirrors for sanity,they cling to their reflectionin hopes to embrace their dejection one mustn't look..