Doesn't it make you wonder,
How the insane thinks of his mother?
Does he still remember her maternal touch?
Or does he think she's just another animal to slaughter?
The mind of the broken is a newly shaped ship,
Where the hull's full of holes, but it doesn't sink deep.
As illogical as it may seem, the insane cares for you,
The words coming out of his mouth are all true.
"Why can't they understand me?
I just want to have some friends.
Yet they all walk away when I go to their direction,
Am I really that bad and demonic as a person?"
When your mind is broken, what do you believe?
Do you misunderstand every little thing that you perceive?
When your mind is finally mended, how will you feel,
When I tell you that your broken mind's the one that is real?
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Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
