Comfort

A strange feeling of mental illness, A strange comforting insanity
A strange feeling of losing your mind, A strange feeling of mental vanity
Rain drops sound and excite your brain
Fighting for a chance to exist, in vain
No real reason to destroy your life
No real reason to create anguish and emotional strife




© 1994, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved
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