The most calming disease
For a crazy person doesn't know they're crazy
So to them everything is normal
The sky was always red
And killing was always a glorious thing
A complete state of dementia would be quite nice
The ability to not be ones self
Without knowing you're not
Without knowing right from wrong
So maybe
not so nice
now I seem like
the insane one
maybe I am
I could never know

Poetry by Thomas Sutherland McPhee
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Written on 2008-04-25 at 20:35

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