Asylum of IN Sanity....

And then night touched me down,
With its calm palms of charm,
Pulling me away from the Scorching Moonlight,
of my Dying Solace..
The Bright light of my Fight,
With faces looking Right into my face
Race me to my Case of Insanity
Vanity, is what I am charged with,
And I would plead guilty as Charged.

Said I every word.. to every little detail,
And held nothing Back
From the head to the tail, till the end of the Rail
of conversation, the Sack of history
I kept open, for them to Believe in me
and Relieve me from the Rack
of Insanity. Its a Game of Mind I know
Lame you may call, I say Blind
is this World who Claims I am Insane
And Blames me, Flames me, Names me..

I am in Asylum for Insanity...
Where I am Swearing on my Sanity
Which is left neither on Me..
nor on this Humanity..