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.
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Is it sanity that heals the madness?
Or, the madness that deletes the sane?
Could it be one in the same?