Sanity

Sanity
clasps as it leaves
people perish
and are conceived
as the days roll passed
tomorrow comes
with an early hour of darkness
but not all
Familiarity with the fall
and seem like it all

just like the man
who left his paper
the sailor expletive
and draws his rapier

and when the lonely vaish
and the aimless cry
its same thing
day after day

sing me to siesta
dreams mausoleum
the needle in arms
and chained slaves
Torment for which I am
Petrified
the sight of the doomed
begging to be saved

the cuts on there knees
the child begging
and the mother who says pleas

my fears and your reality
the ugly truth
and all the damning proof
points at are own
and when the walls start to fall
it seems were all alone
abandoned
by the ones who leave us stranded.

::Kerol::