my madness

Ive become aware that Im enslaved,

to the despiss of my mind.

I have searched the corners four,

forever there to find.

A comquilent of bitterness,

that I know for to share.

In a tranquil view of happiness,

that mankind doesnt care.

The air I breath is air for me,

and only my space matters.

Im living proof that all the world ,

is fatter in its sadness.

Which by itself,

itself alone,

breeds guilt and hands of hollow.

Madness is both pill and drink,

the hardest thing to swallow.