Drop, Drink, Scream

I must add poetry now

But can it really be called that

When it is really only the pointless rambling of "The Insanity" once again?

I know not

I am simply a vessel for what is considered madness

I myself may be mad

No one knows

Evaluations are worthless for one who has been condemned anyway

Such fallacious truths I am told

We see what has been made and what has died

I wake only to sleep

I sleep only to dream

I dream only to please "The Insanity" within this mortal shell

Who is to say I am mortal?

Myself?

How dare you place such accusations upon one such as I!

I am no more mortal than the rats under your floorboards

I am higher than all can dare or bother to see

Past their own small insignificant plights

Of water and death

Oh, to sleep in the sands of time and clocks

I wish to wander no longer

But illusions become me for sure

That pain being relived is nothing

Nothing

Nothing in this _ _ _ _ _ head