The crime of insanityA Poem by Ama May CooperIm well aware that day by day im slowly loosing more of a grip on this world... and this is just the way my mind is ticking currentlyIm a crime within myself.. breaking the laws of logic and laws of time... im something you cant quite understand... why?.. because my mind dont work like yours, theres holes and bits missing im fucked your right.. im the crime the law cant punish .. there is no logic .. so your better of just running while you can while you still understand because me you see im something else invicible to your harsh words the elements are simply my toys Im the criminal they have no cell for suffering the disease noone can cure mentally theres nothing left destroyed and ripped apart but now you see im invincible noone do i need no hand can i depend on to guide me thru my pain i dont trust the system the way it works with words for i am you see what you dont understand your laws and logic just dont fit inside my head you see i rewrite time with gentle ease destroy all logial thoughts a crimnal for masterminds alone and better off that way you cant quite reach me not anymore my mind is floating far away an empty shell of twisted thought this reality unseen to my eyes i am the criminal you hear about that destroys lives tears holes in the community but i cant be caught i cant be cured or rehabilitated because i cause only mental anguish i am the mental criminal flying alone , a lone eagle because if i let you in ill hurt you break you so im better of alone there is no cure for my diease so there's no use shearching for ever i will be alone a mental criminal drove insane by needing someone i cant have so now alone you see ill fly there is no cure for this disease i am the criminal you cant contain © 2009 Ama May CooperAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 1, 2009 Last Updated on July 2, 2009 AuthorAma May CooperLondon, south west, United KingdomAboutName: Ama may cooper Current age(when joined):16 Sex: female Age now: 27 I am merely a being, treading softly on these foreign lands. I am no great individual, no wise king or beautiful temptres.. more..Writing
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