Insane Mumblings.

Insane Mumblings.

A Poem by Mercury Mirrors
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Lol thoughts of a crazy person who sees the world coming to an end and mankinds stupidity but no one believes her. lol I feel like that some days.

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How do you fly on broken wings?
The blood pooling in my eyes stings.
I dug them out with my jagged nails.
So I don’t see as mankind fails.
 
I’m locked up in a padded cell.
My private white-walled Hell.
How much longer will I stay.
Could I see the sky today?
 
Why do they keep me here.
Because of their ignorance, fear.
They haven’t seen what I see.
The world drowning in a crimson sea.
 
They don’t see impending doom.
So they lock the truth up in this room.
He’s my only company.
The only one that talks to me.
 
I call him truth because he tells.
Of mankind’s mechanical spell.
We’ve become the industry’s slaves.
But you just laugh, call me depraved.
 
You’re the crazy ones, I swear.
Only you don’t scream and pull your hair.
It’s a more inner insanity then.
Lying to you over and over again.
 
One day you’ll see when the bombs drop.
When children are screaming as their hearts stop.
That I wasn’t the crazy one after all.
I will stand by the Devil and watch you fall.

© 2008 Mercury Mirrors


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"I'm locked up in a padded cell.
My private white-walled Hell."

"We've become the industry's slaves.
But you just laugh, call me depraved."

Loved those lines. lol Oddly enough I could see this as a rap song LOL! I like this...end of times is nearer than we think.

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Mercury Mirrors
Mercury Mirrors

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A Poem by Mercury Mirrors