Sadly Mad

Censor me it is true I fit
in corners fear it sits
alone in its darkend pit;
the truth lies at me spits.

I wanted innocent things
life it has to me offered.
Instead I turned dead
from all of the slaughter.

I grew up and have seen
the sea upon a breeze me
I am sturdy, strong, mean
but now I’m a sad dream.

I don’t want to loose
the chance at a shot booze
in my veins sustains a brain
I would never choose.

Tell me what is purpose
I can grab and be glad
more than usual I am I now
am inside destroyed mad? 

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