Poem 2-Insane

Roses are red

And violets are blue

He speaks to the voices in his head

And they sound like you

It is not difficult to understand that all not all loves are true.

He aches and sulks about a lost dream

Visions upon visions that are yet to be seen

He dances to a puppeteers tune

He tries to escape and yet its too soon

It has already been chosen who he is meant to be

And yet the choice was not done by He

He has no commitment to what has already been done

It all ranges from everything to none

He hates all and lost to his void

Leave him in his room, alone, he has always hated the noise

And so he sings again, roses are red

And violets are blue

He speaks to the voices in his head

And they all hate you

If you wish to understand

Bleed till your hate comes true

-KrakenBorn