LOST CHRONICLES

1:47 PM

I will break this down in plain words

Words to deep thinkers, this is why pain hurts

Hurts like madness you can witness in a verse

Verse One hasn't even begun but it feels cursed

Cursed is the wind, Cursed like the number 13

13 times you will read this but 15 times lost

Lost like the ending of "Lost"

Lost for words in a world full of non-existent opportunities

"Opportunities come but once"

"Once" was 20times ago

"Ago make am", the lies we tell ourselves every night

"Night time" is every time for dying dreamers

Dreamers die at 25… Think about it

Its sick!

Sick-ening desires to be great

Great minds poisoned by the cage of reality

Reality fashioned for madness

Madness is the epitome of this poem written by a mad man

Man claims sanity

Sanity is birthed from insanity

Insanity is the price for greatness

Greatness is a fallacy molded for shallow thinkers to think

Think and unknow - everything is a lie
Lie down and soak it in...
Indeed I am lost, ain't I?