Why and who gave me common sense?
Just to mock me as I always fail and fall,
Desperately in search of common things,
That I am sensing I will never have at all?
A deserted shrine to innocence,
My mind’s walls lined with toil,
And serpentinely I try to justify,
All the blood that taints its soil.
Goodbye to happiness in loment,
As you wriggled from my grasp,
I was maybe sorry for a moment,
But the insane madness didn’t last.