Insanity. Madness bound by thought.

Repeating endless bull crap that crushes the hopes and dreams of some.

And it fuels others with burning passion.

To think about it is contradicting all of existence,

"It's a disorder, It's a thought, It's a psychopath's guide"

Why do you try and define it?

Were you defined when you were born?

I do not think it.

So to follow through with what I am saying

Do not define insanity.

Because if I speak honestly.

To say I have seen insanity is an understatement.

For Insanity is the sounds of life and death, love and hate.

And though my statements will contradict myself

It is through the beauty of it I can speak it.

Because even if I do not rhyme.

If my stories are crazy or do not fit with a theme.

It is because of Insanity.

Pure, unbridled insanity.

Repeating in my head.