Beauty of Insanity

Life is a fortunate way to play with serenades,

Lore of the days, sores caused by grenades

That was relayed into the haze of false parades,

Like masquerades that dazed your gaze.

The enlightening insanity of the witches will fade

Underneath the lies of a city, which I have said.

I'm not withering insanity, I'm calculating sanity!
All hail the day's demotivating Hades;
And then I've met insanity.

Walking a stark mistress' sinning grin's sanity,

The stalker's darkness sipping in green's clarity.

Go slower, like the tyrants who ruled with banality.

Go slower, like the great life I've had.

The stalker's darkness' beautifying me in me;

And all my makeup, tranquilizing sanity.

A great life I've had.

So beautiful!

A life I'll never withstand through all this insanity;

The music flows through the darkness of uncertainty.

So beautiful!

A life I've never had without all my insanity;

The music flows through the darkened blood,
And now I sin,
While all this land inside me, now they're split.
Cities; they're sorry about all of me,
They've lied to me about my beauty.

A world of beauty.

All hail insanity.

For when the darkness have melted into dust, uncertain metallic rust,

A tyrant's watching me!

A world of cruelty.

I hid my sanity.

For when my shadows have lead me through the world painted red,

The tyrant's stopping me!

The tyrant rules over such shallow villagers,

When all they do is be the gallows' pillagers.

Such beauty.

The world is filled with the beauty of insanity!

All my pains will be displayed with clarity.

These are the words of the shallow villagers,

"Such beauty."

Oh how beautiful it is to be scarred with their rarity!

A life filled with so much beauty,

Such gracious beauty.

The Hanged Pedestrian

Surreal realistic bluish green golden graves,

really simplistic lampposts creeping out of caves.

Today,

I made it a day to celebrate

the debate of my way.

I made it from clay,

brick by brick my way.

For I walk past the brazen haven which is mine,

and this blazing wave of humans, which is mine,

and this elating wait for everything that is mine.

In the midst of the most talented equestrians,

I saw a hanged pedestrian.

Their horses rose high like a shadow in the sky;

for the sky rose higher into the dark of the eye;

the eye of alienated mysteries, like arks of white dye,

and you ill-fated people will kindly ask why.

For their lips are stained red with the blood of mine;

their fingertips are broken, rained floods onto mine;

their sips of water everyday, all are mine,

as if all aren't mine.

In the midst of the greediest equestrians,

I hanged a pedestrian.

I slapped an ordinary citizen in the face three times;

He did not follow my reason: everything must rhyme.

He was an equestrian, but his significance was nigh,

Because I shot him in the eye, the tongue and thigh;

Now he can't see, taste or walk over lies. 

His dark horse is mine; his white horse is mine;

The course of his chorus will only be a line,

Written by me,

Who have penned out his life with an unstained feather

During a rainy weather.

"The horse is an equestrian, and the equestrian is a horse";

That was his chorus' course. 

In the midst of the furriest equestrians,

I hanged a horse. 

Hello hellish humans, how hedonistic have you been?

Hyperactive humans, how's his hive that you've seen?

Today,

I have became king of all slaves and all their slaves;

I did not support servitude,

But the slaves' attitudes were of large magnitudes.

They came to me;

I was a generous king,

I frivolously gifted them horses;

My generosity made me a pedestrian.

In the midst of the laziest equestrians,

I am a hanged pedestrian.

Apathetic Personification

The littlest droplets of frozen blood told me,
"Litter the crop-less woven land once with ice,
And another with lice; stay back and let it be,
And be taken aback by the grayest forms of nice."

A peaceful village was once the home to a large ice monastery,
Where blissful people pillage the bones of those with dawn's money.
Even past death, one could not transcend beyond a measly yawn's mastery;
The breaths of ice ascended past those that society has deemed funny.

A hand-painted land with sand that when seen, instantly turned into ice.
My band of saints and their tight reprimands are all to me, tiny mice.
When me and my mice crossed this barren land, I have became feline;
I flossed my teeth to rid it of mice; the leftovers soon became mine.