How can I allow life to dictate the emotions of the day? When emotions can't be seen. And what fool believes his eyes when eyes can be decieved?
On what shall I base the truth unless it be from the heart? Or has my heart turned cold, lacking trust? The base of all truth.
I am the cold heart. I am the warm heart. I am the decieved heart. I am.....I am.......I am........or am I at all? Maybe an illusion in some others mind. A thought lost. A nightmare in the making. Where dark shadows hide from the light they fear. My pain the only truth until it's gone away. So must I live in pain? If I live at all. Or is my pain a part of this illusion I call life. Or if all were stripped away would I still be? I know I would or at least I think I must be......For I am....yes I am......the madman.......
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