Insanely Sane

Being as lazy, fat and unimaginative as my good self, i am constantly plagued by distorted thoughts in my brain. 

They come in any form, mostly in the form that drives me the most insane with artisting flow. But when it comes to putting it on paper…

Just to say: It’s as fullfilling as a Don Bleuth film. It all ends in tears. 

But here it is. 
The poem of today… The very foundation  of this post…
THE reason to why i am sitting here bitching my ass off because god knows i cant make it go away in any other way.

“A travel through unwanting eyes
A cast reflection of redemption.
Sorted thoughts with trivial lies
Composing melodies.
Through ears of hope the bells chime
Melancholy, bitter-sweet.
Where shadows linger in a dusted corner
of time left untouched.
Do not think i blame you
I’m merely the source,
The source of the pitch black depth,
that hole we call ‘freedom’.

True, there is something there
We all think so.
It’s the effect of the mass,
What they believe.
But they have to remember that we’re alone,
Even if we don’t know it.
For there’s no better company
than the hole one dug for himself in sheer fear of losing it.
But save this one thought
The one we anxiously cling onto.
There is no life
There is no ‘we’
It’s just what is
Just as it was.”

Yeah, crappy,  i know, but feel free to comment if ya bother.
On beforehand:
Thanks!