Insanity At It's Best

Falling fast into holes of no return,
Standing face to face with countless moments of tragedy.
Thoughts intertwined with desire,
And laced with beaten dreams.
Becoming nothing and losing what means most,
Forgetting has become easy.
Lying awake with suffered subconcious hate.
Lurking within the heart, lust, want, need,
Don't breathe too desperately you'll begin to bleed.
Slowly now th morning comes, sleep was only imagined.
And deaths cry sounds inside the aching body you once understood.

This is by my cousin Macy not me. Hope you like it.=]