Chapter 2 - Insane
Roses are red
And violets are blue
He speaks to the voices in his head
And they sound like you
It is not difficult to understand that all not all loves are true.
He aches and sulks about a lost dream
Visions upon visions that are yet to be seen
He dances to a puppeteers tune
He tries to escape and yet its too soon
It has already been chosen who he is meant to be
And yet the choice was not done by He
He has no commitment to what has already been done
It all ranges from everything to none
He hates all and lost to his void
Leave him in his room, alone, he has always hated the noise
And so he sings again, roses are red
And violets are blue
He speaks to the voices in his head
And they all hate you
If you wish to understand
Bleed till your hate comes true
-KrakenBorn/SeekerOfGold