Insanity Be Thy Savior

Roaming,

The desolate, barren landscape.

Lost amidst thoughts,

Echoing.

The desert realm,

Vast riverbed, dried o’er,

Lifeless, now dead.

Parched for the knowledge,

A lone passerby,

A stranger.

Searching, desperation.

Desire, Destination.

Venture forth,

Day in, day out.

The end is the beginning,

The beginning, the end.

Forever plagued,

Many thoughts, many voices.

None the same.

An endless echo.

Nay voice, rises above all.

Questioned unanswered,

Pleas left unassisted.

One thought prevails,

Another, and again.

Sanity, a forgotten companion,

A monkey now dead.

No end to the madness,

Insanity be thy savior

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By Warlord_of_Hell

I like killing people because it is so much fun. It is much more fun than killing wild game in the forest, because man is the most dangerous animal of all to kill.