This is my messy legacy dripping loud
out of touch and out of mind.
I refuse the drugs called humanity
I'm already addicted to my reality
Allergic to what you call your society
I pray and fear the right way of sanity
" But I'm a rebel in all ways free you are not "
Personally I think...
It's the insane who embrace the rain and enjoy drowning in all shades of grey, slowly but surely fade away from the everyday kind of pain.