Insanity, is like this. Sometimes it's human nature. Other times it needs a little.... motivation. Someone I know all too well, someone Ive known since I was born his insanity just kinda.... slipped through the cracks. Every day the urge grew stronger, but, he held it back..... and it's been pounding at the walls of his mind. Like a damn, it can only hold so much back before it gives way and people die. Like a dead fetus, once a thing of exitment, gone horribly or.... delightfully wrong. Thoughts wander... things are contemplated.... then shot down. Thoughts are like ninjas.... never shown to the world, but they all the more deadly..... depending on who you talk to. Things change.... love is turned to rage and rage is turned to thoughts. And thoughts are like.... well you know. Alone and abandoned, like a child missing a mother but, surrounded by people I don't know, but do. Behind a mask, there true face revieled. End of thoughts.