

 | As the days grow shorter and shorter my anger drives me closer to the border. Not a border in space or time, but the border inside my mind. I am getting so very near, to what I do not want to hear. I cannot believe it, but I am going crazy. Now all of my life seems very hazy. Is there a cure for my insanity, or am I forced to live life with no vanity? Is there a way to come back from madness, or now must I live with no gladness? |