INSANITY

They call me mad 
but they don't know,
it was this insanity
that derived my breath,

As a dead can never be blamed
for his bitterness and sweetness,
normal and sanity can always
be loathed upon, Tasteless moods would
always crawl out
& wake me back to brutalities,

Even though I am casted out
survival will never be the goal,
still people piss it all around me;
they don't even clean up afterwards,

I was alone, when
The walls beside, cracked out
some neighbor noise,
& the man screamed
KILL ME!! KILL ME!!
OH JUST KILL ME!!

A gun shot echoed
out hard, and pinched my lefty
to a silent beep,

After a while the beep voice stopped
& it was dinner time.