Can we ever escape
our insanity
can we experience
its agony
and let laughter determine
our own
deterioration
the great void is open
to our mean salvation
this is our conflict
this is our struggle
through rose tinted glasses
possibly so
can we imagine
the ongoing grief
the vastness of error
the lifeless relief
out in the spotlight
where others expect
laughter and joy
of that we’re adept
but deep in the soul
of the savage we are
defective depressed
and destroyed from afar