I feel I’m going to crack.

I just can’t seem to let down the walls.

I am trapped within myself, looking through dirty windows. It’s like I want to end it all, yet I am not sad.
I just am not.

My soul scream oppression while my mind screams treason. Shall this be settled by hatchet, axe, and saw?

I cannot say, for my mind leave me, and my troubles stay. My soul it dreams, my emotions they scream.

Scream for Help, for they are being held hostage by my pride and fears. Therefore there shall be no surrender, there will be no tears. What is life, but a figment of our imagination?

You know,

when all else fails, we can rip the horses eyes

and make them bleed.

And cry.

Sanity is Insanity, for the Sane….

….like Me.

(1983)