There is no screaming,
The torments of an inflicted mind.
There is no screaming,
But those of my own.
No mindless running about,
No inviolate to be restrained.
The only mindless running,
Is the unintelligable wanderings of my own mind.
No mind-altering drugs,
My drugs are my own thoughts.
My thoughts come at rapid speed,
Everyone looks at them as blasphemy.
They all sound logical to me,
But are taken as words from a madman.
It's like being the only insane person,
In an assylum for the sain!
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