A candle light is born
yes, another warm red life
Crushed by life's insanity
and never ending strife.
if I knew you, if I could trust you
I would tear apart your words
Fly amongst insanity
and a group of unsuspecting birds.
You are beautiful, regardless,
despite your forever blackened skin
That seems to sigh unhappily
and misses the tree's limb.
If I could bug insanity
I'd call life a great black hole
No light, no air- Insanity,
where no one has a role.
simply to live and die
in the insane saving grace
as we get older, we get crazy
and yet we never slow our pace.
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