Breaking Point of Madness

Swimming at the edge of insanity
An endless tidal wave of vanity
I cannot drown in my gruelling tears
But their antipathy tattles my fears

Could the dearest saint glue me—
Angel wings, and set my mind free?
I’m a raven stuck in a rusty cage
Fueled with blazing flames of rage

As I lie on the cold hard ground
Ignorance breaks the quiet sound
The glass shatters and I am free—
To cackle at my enemies’ misery