Imagine yourself in a dark room,
The shadows start to come alive
And the silhouettes dance on the wall
Because this is where insanity lives
In a crowd of people too busy to notice
The darkness that is starting to rise
It's none of their business to know
That this is where insanity lives
Once again trapped in your dreams
Where horror flashes before your eyes
It's all in your head and you're the one that knows
That it's all where insanity lives
It doesn't matter where you are
Or how many people walk by
Because nobody else seems to care
That you're where insanity lives
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A Collection of Things
Short StoryThis is basically for all the little poems and writing I come up with that don"t add up to something bigger but I want to share anyway.
