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.

The End

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