The comfort blanket of insanity

Touched by fire
Hiding life’s true desire
Why is the world so fucked up?
I keep it all inside
I have learned to bury deep and hide
Can’t even watch the news
Satellite’s transmitting me the blues
Find somewhere to retreat to
Put on tunes and cork the wine
My turtle’s shell is holding fine
Sheltering me from inhumanity
Wrapped up tight in the comfort blanket of my insanity

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