Madness masked as normality sat with us
for twenty long years, beside the empty
dining room chair, upon the unruffled pillow.
Silently it stayed aggressively is displayed its
purpose, knocking us down then holding out
its hidden hands. When finnally the walls
were stripped, trophies taken and boxed,
pictures lingered before placed into darkness.
Leaving behind a life of love, locking up a life
of fragile mood, we sailed down seperate rivers.
It followed us with no footprints madness masked
us normality it never leaves when the clock strikes five.
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