my day has come an pasted, i walked through it with no thought no logic, and word's,

i can no longer reason, with reason, it embell's me to believe, that a sense of thought, word's and a sentence can not be developed with an a illusion,

i have tried to pronounce, to whipser a word, to bring the imagination of hope, the conquest of what we seek, what we demand, and the want of all,

i can longer cry, for all my duct's are clogged, an my mind can no longer form it's meaning, i have breathed in a day, a night and a moment,

my longing is gone, no want exist, it can not creep in me, as for beg it to try, it has by passed me, and the only hope, is that tomorrow will come.


this is to all that have been in the bed of insanity, and the one's that know it lay's in wait,