a mad man talks to himself at 1:00AM

A Poem by winter;lyra

seriously, add a new option called "Other" for writing type

Lord
What of our lives?
What of your eyes?
When your son inclines

LEFT!
And minds the waves!
And minds the trees!
And minds the clouds!
And strikes the brother!

Well...
Are we all to stand and watch

As our hands further washed
By this overflowing current of
Blood?

She is a city girl
She doesn't mind the the waves
She doesn't mind the trees
She doesn't mind the clouds
And she says she hasn't seen her brother in a very long time
And she is so goddamn BEAUTIFUL
She doesn't mind how it feels
To strive for the better day
If a day is but a new face
She says the same word
Over and over and over and over and over and over
And all the while it feels like a new way to run away from the parade
WATCH OUT!

I WANNA GO OUT!
I WANNA STAND OUT!
AAH!
WATCH OUT
IT'S COMING FOR MY VOICE
AH!
IT'S TURNING ALL AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUND
SAFE!
ARE YOU SAFE!
FRIEND ARE YOU SAFE?
ARE YOU STILL SANE?

Because I am
Even though I scream and pretend to be someone else I still seem to see clear even in the night

Right?
It's sad tho
A man just wanna go
Get some more dope s**t
Twist it around
Get some live taste
In my case
I just procreate
You procrastinate
I reattain my own mind
Over and over over and over and over and over and over
I separate the commotion
Into carefully split divisions
They all got a reason
But just one!
Individually one!
Individually struggling!

AND I AM ONE