Life is an illusion
at best.
It hides itself in its
own corridors of mystery
of indecision that cloud
the already dilluded mind
filling the blackness with
a yearning darkness
that consumes all with
a shroud of loneliness
that comes with the
knowledge that no other
shares the emotions and
thoughts that come from
one that all others consider
insane and I have to
laugh hysterically at
the ignorance of those that
don't understand that in
the world of logical black and white
that the insanity is the
only rational conclusion
in this age of dark
deceit and solitude
in the gallery of a
million pictures
walking by everyday
at the frightening
speed of a million
thoughts left unspoken.