Insanity would be a crime Only if the rest of the world was sane. Cremate my feelings in a crock pot Make my life a mockery. Retain your memory To keep me the same. If you've doomed me to lay on a funeral pyre Why not set me on fire? I'll know who to blame. Whisper an instance Where you have heeded my insistence. Even as your burning words Left my room incensed. Please, extinguish your flame. Caged in from above Encompassed, my love, My martyr of this world enflamed. I'll be forever thine If you be forever mine... Keeper of my memory, ...If you deign. In this box, enclosed Remains a withered rose, All bruised from tortuous lies. If it be fed well Others could never tell The pain it contained inside. What if the butterfly didn't flutter? The child could no longer mistake it For a flutterby. So, my dear I believe it's clear Insanity has replaced my pride. After now, you've been rejected Punctured by my dart, infected With one more question left to hide... When I stabbed you through the heart, Why was it so hard to stop Yet, easy to start? E.A.Altamura, Copyright 1998
Reason for writing:
An overloaded chemical imbalance of anti-depressants in the brain.
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