10 July 2012
Here I sit, My eyes a-blaze, Scowling through the mist and haze, My straight jacket ever tight, I'm unable to sleep through the night, I hear noises others do not, Since I was a toddler in my cot, Maybe I'm insane, But no matter what my pain, My own kind fail to hear me, And that's why people fear me.
As I converse with the immortal, And watch there light and hull, Will I ever be released? I doubt it in the least.
Am I Insane? • Opuss № I