Is it madness that succumbs to sanity?
Or, sanity opening the door to madness?
As I watch snow spit at the rain…icy shards of a tragic youth is all that remains.
Splashing ever so loudly on my windows and their pain.
It all appears as murderous conspiracy to blame the gray.
To blame the mundane.
Is it sanity that heals the madness?
Or, the madness that deletes the sane?
Could it be one in the same?