CAMELOT FANTASIES

MY INSANE

When you are, not feeling good.
It's hard to smile, unto the world.
This is one pain, that is slow.
Making me hurt, with out control.
Dark is the place to stay, when it grows.
When you are, feeling this way.
Still to maintain, visions you wish to restrain.
Horror is this pain, feels like someone is extracting the brain.
In the dark it is mundane, sometimes the ice refrains the pain.
With the words, that are profane.
God please take away, this mother f....g pain.
Please, before I go insane.