Insanity

I felt the fist crash into my face
but I never awakened
my hands contorted and snapped
with the ache they were bleeding so

I was christened with the right to lose
becoming a mere star of execution
All emasculating persons knock me aside
a canvas of disdain and the terrible mental slight

All I ever was
was a thought of insanity
How was I supposed to live?
How was I supposed to live?

I felt the boot strike my chest
My teeth were punched out easily
Such a brutal fashion to feel sickened
but it will all be a dream if I awake beside you

All I ever was
was a thought of insanity
How was I supposed to live?
How was I supposed to live?

The End

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