Eyes that are heavy with sleep,
Stare unseeing, at the world around.
In a land far away, they are lost,
Where nightmares alive, are found.
Empty hollow eyes plead,
For deliverance from their hell,
Paranoia and fear reign supreme,
In those deep dark bottomless wells.
Times when sorrow seems sweet,
Life receives but a parting glance.
Longing warms the broken eye,
And death seems, like its only chance.
Insanity is, but a word.
Yet by itself it condemns.
What is real and what is not, who knows?
Society is insane, it only pretends.
