[ My Lost Sanity ]
Words so weak,
form the embodiment in which they seek...
failure as moments pass,
was, and still, not an option
as Nature breeds the leeks
O, My Lord, bless me not !
for I have been righteous
as the gift of madness I shall recieve
and dwell in caves...
and conquer all mundane seas...
where betrayed, with disturbance, was Eve
ere the rising of moon,
and the fall of yawning laughter...
Is it the moment of mourn ?!
Or another day bereaved of reality unshown !
Answer me, and save my sanity !
For I am drowned in virutes,
with vices of sin...
and dreams of facing vanities...
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