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Quietly Insane

Why can't I be one of those mentals?

Life is hard when you work it out

I'm an island my shore it is gentle

I've deserted without a doubt

Life is hard when you work it out

Torrid thoughts turn to elementals

I've deserted without a doubt

Ancestors axed with buried parentals

Torrid thoughts turn to elementals

In deep waters I thrash about

Ancestors axed with buried parentals

In spaces no one hears me shout

In deep waters I thrash about

I'm an island my shore it is gentle

In spaces no one hears me shout

Why can't I be one of those mentals?

I can't stand these strands and ligaments

That tether me to a past malignant

Mocking shadows of a glorious man

Less now than ever, less now than that

With Audio Poetry