delusion

Together we feast on the deceased equal to no beast, or man mankind shudders at the thought of the evil which cannot be seen yet always heard like a bad dream my screams are forever lasting my sweat flows like a waterfall When the moans and groans wear thin I feel safe within I feel like I can...

Why do they call me strange? Deranged and hostile maybe mixed thinking maybe A message to stir over a melting pot of madness under sheets of sadness anti social and imagining still Why do they call me strange? When strange is a concept and being different is a matter of opinion my worlds collide...