The Fruits of Insanity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Fruits of Insanity
By: Adam M. Snow

 

Take a peek within my mind,
taste the fruit of insanity.
A dreamless abyss of my dark fantasy,
where this fruit dost grow
upon a gallows tree.

 

Where I lay, slumbering away;
lost to my own world of insanity.
I am my own dream
falling upon time itself;
fluttering away like murder of crows,
into the blood red dusk,
spreading wings to grow.

 

To be sane is to be insane,
they are one,
an endless cycle;
as I am two but one.

 

So I say, "Take a bite upon this fruit,
free your mind to a dream;
a forever fantasy,
within my insanity."

 

http://amsnow.webstarts.com

Reviews

[Rhianne Ney]

Great rhyming and the flow is also nice. The theme and the meaning blends well nicely. Nice write