What is reality,
To the insane?
What is peace,
To my pain?
Running,
Yet standing still.
Scarlet tears,
In eyes fill.
Fighting,
What is not there.
Memories painful,
I can not bear.
Locked away,
Imprisoned in my mind.
Peace from my demons,
I can’t find.
Voices whisper,
In my head.
Lies they speak,
Deceit I am fed.
All alone,
Just the voices and me.
They lock me up,
Throw away the key.
“Leave me be,�
I start to yell.
But never to find peace,
In my white cell.

Very dramatic and realistic at the same time.

And how is this?

What does reality,
Means for insane?
What does the peace,
Matters for pain?
Running or
Standing,
Tears or
Fight.
All in the memory
Painful and dark.
How can I bear
Imprisoned in brain,
Snoring demons,
And whispering friends?
The lies they are speaking,
The songs they do song,
I am imprisoned to
Listen alone.
They have besieged
The bulwarks of brain,
They do have locked,
All bridges and gates.
Crying and screaming,
Looking at them,
Nothing is helping,
All is in vain.

But if you listen
The knight of
Your soul,
The God of the
Wisdom,
The Spring of
The home.
All those devils
Will run far away.
Sky will be clear
And love and no pain.

Flowing, sad, truthful, I loved it.

Yap, turned to be nice indeed.