I am a cloud of insanity,

Denial in abundance.

They're the problem

With their celebrated indiffernece

And lack of openness.

Oh, I wish my rain would go away,

It's acis rain,

I'm eating myself away

And they laughed at that today.

My foggy mist,

Sagging tips

Tickling thickt tops,

A bundle of branches,

Ragged bumps, open cysts,

Cancerous tumors breathing in life.

If I only had a bottle,

I would stuff myself inside of a geniue impersonator,

Tell my worst enemy I could take their pain away,

But even that fact would hurt me,

Ok?

The pain of feeling other's pain

Is the pure insanity,

Which is once you have felt it

You can't give it back,

You relish in the tragic nightmare 

Of surredndering yourself for those who have killed you.