I stand here on the brink of destruction
There is blood all around me
Darkness creeps in
I find it peaceful
For it is a fool’s errand to think he is happy
The wise had made peace
Perhaps, it is normal to understand the madness in it all
But yet being mindful of the chaos, is the virtuous man’s job
He fights and fails, repeats it all over again
Until it seems insanity
This money producing farm called “society”
I do not wish to partake in it
Yet then life throws another question to understand the question
We must understand life itself
But it too is insane
So I decided to walk away
I tried to slit my wrist
But I couldn’t
I am trapped in this insanity
And it’s insane that I can’t choose to leave
