Have you heard about the man
that doesn’t belong;
the entire world is wrong,
not home in any land.
Alone he loves
no one around,
no one’s making the right sound.
Tears between fire and doves.
Falling deeper every day,
losing control,
feeding the soul;
no need to pray.
Feels strange to see others;
people who care - ?
- people who stare;
strangers with fathers and mothers.
Looking at the lake.
Life under the water
seems less harder,
seems more fake.
You wonder if he'd know
that there is more to it,
the world doesn’t always have to fit;
sometimes he dances in the sun, sometimes in the snow.
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- I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity - Poe
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