I breathe unclean air produced by our society need for evolution.
I write the words in my head despite the hurtful ones thrown back at me.
For they need be to said and no one can stop me.
Interestingly enough I use to take the term insane as a insult, but now with everything inside my head (voices, stories, among many other things) I embrace the concept with open arms.
Why would I want to be sane?
Where's the fun in that?
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
