Alas! within this mind I flee, that which is impending doom on me.
Not that I am a coward, far be it to be true , I just cannot trust those known as you.
Within the blinding storm of life pages torn, I search for comfort so forlorn.
Judge not me, my mind's eye doth see. Take thy own soul from the shelf and replenish thyself.
With ramblings and gambling's my life to usurp, I do not touch other's to hurt.
Mismanagement of madness, tis true , you'll see, when in thy time it comes for thee.