Call Me Crazy

I wish for the end...So desperate am I for the edge of a knife!!...Is it that crazy to wish the end come
so sooner?... I wish for something everyone calls taboo yet I feel like it is something that is inevitable so why prolong it?... My mind has been long lost....I don't know when but a mist of emptiness crowds
itself around my mind daily...Tempting me with every turn of a corner to commit an unholy act... It is
such a bothersome task to push through the mist and rise to the real world again... I wish for the Grim Gate Keeper to take me into his rank of the undead yet every time the edge comes close my head
pops out from the waters of disillusion and I wake to a cruel reality...No friends,no lover,and my family all leaving me...Then instead of a mist my mind is flooded with an ocean of sadness that has been
lurking at the corners of my mind waiting for the time when it could strike...How sad are the mad
ravings of an insane man...Call me Crazy but don't dare call me inhuman...For all of us no matter how
pure we think ourselves are a bit Crazy