Me, myself and my pitiful Existence

[Magnus Bane]

The voices swimming


Telling me to do harsh things


Yet, people still ask


'Why, why, why did you kill the cat'


I always answer


'It's the voices, they make me'


Then they call me mad


'Why, why, why did you burn the lawn'


The question's still come


I give them the same answers


They say i'm insane


'Why, why, why did you break his arm'


Sometimes, I wonder


When I feel not in control


Maybe they are right


'Why, why, why did you kill Jeff'


Madness can't be tagged


Derangement can't be described


It just is, really


'Why, why, why did you burn the apartment'





The Questions don't bother


There's a fine line between the


Random and the mad


...And I've crossed it...

 

[Magnus Bane]

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@Sexy McGee