So many women sacrificed their hearts to my endless maze,
But I chose my solitude, remaining alone as always,
I'm seduced by the chaos of my destructive ways,
My insanity is the only love I've ever truly embraced...
Screams and moans echoing from the walls around my bed,
All Drowned out by the voices speaking in my head,
Comparing words I've written to things I've said,
I glimpse my past and future, and in both I'm already dead...
Writing about being inlove, but really I have never loved anybody,
Trying to feel something, I fuck everyday constantly,
Unapologetic for the last line where I used profanity,
It seems all my poems are filled with my progressive insanity....
After all that honesty,
And the corrosion of my sanity,
Confessing the absence of my humanity...
Can you say you will still love me...
"Love Of My Insanity"
By Mikhail Wolf