Insanity grows on me like a fungus
everyday its gets more larger then before
My heart is empty there is nothing to give
My eyes see darkness and chaos 
My sky is never clear 
the clouds get more black by each day
Ill sit and wonder why me?
Everyday my world gets bigger
I think of the strangest things
It appears to sometimes relflect back on me
Ill look in the mirror and see me
A guy who is insane and filled with hatred 
there is no hope 
society says there is but i havent seen it
sometimes death seems interesting as i stare at it straight in the face
it will look back giving me a cold disturbed look
One day my world will die
When it does so will I.......