Untitled (so far)

we are the little known/and the seldom forgotten...

and we are the little known
the little known or the little heard of
locked away in seclusion-world
and most people would never think
of these spirits of discord
so far away
until one stands on thier doorstep
or until they become one too
they could never imagine
the world of lies we've made
or our truths - of self distruction
or of anger so loud that
this madhouse is needed to restrain it.
we are the little known
and the seldom forgotten
because we leave images
of breaking glass and cursing
of bleeding wrists and
ambulance rides
but we
when locked away in our
forever-world
become so distanced from reality
that we forget
that this is not reality -
it's dream