My mentality that was so grave
Is at a standstill as I now behave,
I do not grieve how I came to be
In this maddening believability.
My alters, while understanding
Their reprimanding demanding,
Were so of a significance trance
That I had to dance their dance.
They could control me you see,
And I was taken from my ability
To think rationally with a sanity
On a spree of my unbelievability.
I would be under their mad influence
And would so have no common sense
As I raged and ranted at every place
I chanced upon with an ungodly pace.
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