Sane

Trumpets beckoning. 

Drums calling. 

Go to bed. It’s all in your head. 

Nothing’s been said. 

We’re all dead. 

Where’s your personal Jesus? Beaten by your demon. 

For all your reasons. Pleasing the legion. 

Filled with poison but blessed with deadly precision. 

The tragedy in your perfect fantasy. 

On the edge of a balcony. 

Singing the melody of misery. 

The travesty of your chastity. 

Just another causality of the war on sanity. 

But there’s hope yet. Don’t fret. I’ll catch you with my net. 

You’re your own threat. 

Filled with regret but blessed with a deadly silhouette. 

Smoke your cigarette. Forget your toxin. 

I’m your oxygen mask breathe me to survive. 

I’ll revive you tonight. 

I’m the light in the darkness plight of your tortured mind. 

So long and goodnight. 

Drink your champagne. 

I’m your cocaine. 

I’ll keep you sane. 

Author's Note

Sorry it most likely completely sucks.

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A story of a young woman's soul filled torment and confusion in life.......