Escape
There's a place in my mindwhere I go all the time
With nothing to loose
I go there to snooze
and escape all the pain
of the not so insane
and I weather the storm
of the lost and forlorned
that wait on the day
they can just walk away
from reality they see
when they look at me
and think of the night
we quivered with fright
on the eve of the morn
all tattered and torn
embracing the sea
of emotions with glee
only to find
a world of the blind
refusing to cry
till after they die
do you follow me
or are you too blind to see.
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