It comes
when you are not looking from out of dark places
and in moments of unknowing, protects you from …..you
Should I lash out or strike back? Is it the madness that makes me
want to… or is it the madness that I don't
And if I do,
who is the beneficiary? Life inhales and exhales such confusion.
Friends are enemies and enemies are friends, leaving you to
untangle the webs of such uncertainty standing naked and
cold.
But, in faith I see light, a feeling to follow, somewhere,
anywhere just not here. Here the madness is everywhere. It taunts
& teases. Demons are in the air, but not mine, someone
else's on loan
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