World of Madness

I wrote this after I stared studying here... = = Believe me, I don't even know my own mood when writing. Maybe all this philosophy and literature thing has driven me crazy in some ways - -'


Shattered mask of the world I know
A giant tree so old, covered in snow
Of all reasons to live and reasons to die
My frozen heart cannot touch the sunshine

Why is the world so twisted
All crooked and wringed?
People born slaves, cut of their wings
Indulge themselves in this free cage
All but sand, unexisted land!
Every breath turns to waste

Why am I here, anyway?
Am I mad? Or the whole world is mad, shall we say?
Too young to die, too old to live
I sleep awake, nothing to give
Or be given... it's how this world ends

A fascinating world, a corrupted world, a scorching world
A path few people discover, leading to truth
But the path is not at all smooth
I dare to walk here, with blood under my feet
I dive this madness, to that place underneath