VOLUNTARY MADNESS
There's been an accident on this floor
and you can't handle it no more.
Numerous bodies on numerous days.
Just too much violence for you to face.
You get through the day
without blood on your hands.
Never thought you'd be living
in the most violent of lands.
The efforts of your stay
have made a difference though.
The deathnumbers of this country
have never been so low.
But madness drives you insane.
Easy to let go, hard to maintain.
They shed some blood, you shed your own.
Innocence can't survive in such a hostile zone.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-02-16 at 21:37
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