Insanity's filling my head
[I must be dead]
Only death could explain the illogical
unless I were to be sleeping
but sleep is temporary death.
My brain's about to explode
from the actions we thought were impossible
I'd usually prefer speaking
but a mute's lips much always be closed
As things fall apart it's the start
of something absolutely beautiful
if beauty could even describe
the utter chaos in our lives
Insanity's filling my head
[I must be dead]
Only death could explain the illogical
unless I were to be sleeping
but sleep is temporary death.
I've forgotten my heart
It's at the bottom of a cereal box
perhaps a secret present
for those who wish to tear it apart
As things fall apart, it's the start
of something absolutely beautiful
if beauty could even describe
the utter chaos in our lives
To wish for some truth in our youth
is to wish aaway our innocence
transcending directly through time
to a place where all our beauty dies
Insanity's filling my head
[I must be dead]
Only death could explain the illogical
unless I were to be sleeping
but sleep is temporary death.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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OK... that was brilliant.
I particularly liked the third stanza - and when related to youthful innocence, I found it particularly touching.
I believe I found a typo - 'aaway' from "to wish away our innocence" in the second last stanza (as it doesn't seem to fit in with the style of the rest of the piece)
I was impressed by the title and it's relation to what I would call the 'chorus' - it highlighted the final line of each of these stanzas. I felt that the final line of the piece served to leave the reader hanging, in that it is the same as the title, and draws the reader back to the top of the piece - creating something of an unending circle, which I thought fitted in well with the piece, and the notion of sleep.
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