Existence is madness, my rotting flesh serves as an asylum
To go insane in this darkness, with much to beguile within
My eyes went blind, seeing the emptiness, seeing the loss
But my flesh turned gray, in decay, my life paying the cost
I've somehow kept upon the journey, death my destination
A heart withers in a world's anger, it desires my castration
I promise that there's more to life than the single existence
And it can be found, but only with a perfect persistence
“I became insane, with long intervals
of horrible sanity.” Edgar Allan Poe
To go insane in this darkness, with much to beguile within
My eyes went blind, seeing the emptiness, seeing the loss
But my flesh turned gray, in decay, my life paying the cost
I've somehow kept upon the journey, death my destination
A heart withers in a world's anger, it desires my castration
I promise that there's more to life than the single existence
And it can be found, but only with a perfect persistence
“I became insane, with long intervals
of horrible sanity.” Edgar Allan Poe
