Time Needs No ReasonSome believe that time is of the essence,Maybe this is why I tremble in its presence.The clocks are everywhere I look,Through every crack, cranny, and nook. 8They mock me with their terrible words,That even drowns out the song of the birds.Time never changes, but reality does,Your mind can?t be woken up by the sound of a buzz.When night befalls, and the world falls asleep.Time is there; it?s the ghostly noises and creaks.Your body is molded by time itself,You?re just another experiment racked among the shelf.
Madness Is Just a DiseaseMadness Is Just a DiseaseBook 3Lines 1-106They say madness is formed deep in the brain,Originating from some childish past pain.An eternal fiery disease,That does anything but please.It slowly devours your soul,And with it comes a heavy toll.My heart still aches for that little girl,In my head she twirls and twirls.Again and again her face appears,Bring forth my ice cold tears.Where did you go my dear friend?I can hardly remember to back then?But it still hurts like a horrible sin.Tea parties are a thing of the past,There nothing to me! They?re just trash!That?s how we met though isn?t it?Well all that?s over now, I?ve officially quit.The thing I feared the most has seeped deeper into the recesses of my mind. My sanity would nearly be impossible to find,Actually I never really was sane, was I?I guess you could?ve seen it as easy as a fly.I shouldn?t blame you,Your among the worlds few.Insanity is your name,And blaming is YOUR game.I?ve lost