Agents of Orange

Like Autumn leaves
My senses flee from me
An empty reflection of myself
Shattered somewhere within

How can you blind the sightless?
How can you starve the dead?
Is there escape from this mindcage?

Words of comfort fall on deaf ears
I never understood the concept of pain
Would a loving god allow such misery?
What is the reason for life?
To hurt?
Is the definition of life
Simply the knowledge of death?
I hold back the virtue
Lunacy has found me
Violence is only a state of mind
There is no escaping the mindcage

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By Cantus_Mortem

Into vampires and Anne Rice. 'Nuff said.