Insanity runs in the blood.
Like a silver bullet.
That takes impact in the mud.
Over an empty summit.
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Thoughts of pain.
Feelings of guilt.
Like a run away train.
On a railroad that was never built.
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Deep breathes.
As oxygen pumps into my brain.
The pain spills from within my teethe.
And I wonder if im not sane.
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Insanity controls the trigger.
Of a gun without ammo.
And it only makes the pain bigger.
While feelings are covered with cammo.
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Hide the insanity.
I recite to myself.
Without the humanity.
I forgive the pain you delt....
