Ignorant Sanity

I'm guilty of feeling guilt,

A guillotine has seperated me from myself,

Tell me I can take back my sanity,

Is it on the abandoned bookshelf?

Where is the other side

And is there even a dream to realise,

There is nothing left but an absense of hope,

What has become of my eyes?

There mustn't be anymore words,

None left in the dictionary

That I haven't used, trying

To put flesh back on my bones.

The rhyme is dull,

Where have they all gone,

Where am I, if not stuck

In the dark, long gone.

I don't know what's left,

I've said it before,

I'll say it again,

I can't ignore it, not this time,

Not anymore.

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