“Drowning in insanity
The mind, entwined in all its fantasy
Is the vision that we create
Just a tool to aid escape?
What is tempted?
What is fate?
What provokes deep contemplate?
If the mind starts to cry,
Is there comfort in it’s lie?”
The mind it waters like an eye
like an eye, a tear, a cry,
Will we drown of will we fly,
Is there comfort in it’s lie?
Does imagination keep,
What reality depletes?
The only question asked is why?
Does that create, just one last lie?
– Brocarde
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