You Are My Madness
Madness is staying up every night
not caring about getting enough sleep
if it means I get to talk to you.
Madness is it being impossible
for you to ever leave my mind.
No matter what I’m doing,
you are part of my thoughts.
Madness is all the doubts I have
when you aren’t by my side.
It’s the way every fear melts away
the second you wrap me in your arms.
Madness is all I’ve given up
just to be with you.
I would sacrifice almost everything
to be with you forever.
Madness is not caring how quickly
you could change your mind about me.
You could leave me any second,
but it doesn’t matter.
I want as much of you as you’re willing to give.
Madness is believing all the promises
even though the odds are against us.
You say you could never stop loving me.
I hope it’s true.
Madness is believing we can make it.
We don’t have a chance,
but you make me believe it will all be okay.
You are my madness.
You are the cause of my anxiety,
but you are also the reliever of my stress.
I don’t know what the future holds,
but it will all be okay
if you stay.
insanity tastes like liquor... or so they tell me in the night
but others say it just tastes like the last bitter kiss of a lover scorned
and there is something to it... I felt that before
just a lot of madness after that last drop of bitter water
mixed with swollen lips and a guilty conscience
Does this drive you crazy?
The nagging words in your head
or the smoldering ideas that run under that hammering skull?
That dirty mind of yours... I thought you had it cured?
I thought so too, but then I started to enjoy all the dark places that it took me
Try some pills... my imagination takes me further
Ever tried reality? over and over again, got me into a lot of trouble
the law doesn’t agree on my current state... but makes no difference
because the doctors stamped the yellow papers... the pink pills taste bitter too
the burning water does me more good
What did you ask before? What is insanity to me?
insanity is the madness in my eyes
perfectly reflected in yours, when you ask me
Pass me the glass, love... I will fill it up for you, you look thirsty.
A little unsteady
Did you see that?
Look, high above
It’s now gone
So out of control
When do they even begin?
Does it have a pause button?
That I have no clue.
Oh, that only means
Only one thing~
It’s a match~
Burns so bright
It might burn out-
Surely, it may be a force_
One that can’t really be (just)
Pulled, or pushed- in any direction.
I drink a cocktail of moonlight,
hours drip away until dethroned
past the towering bridge of ecstasy.
Moon threatens to fall out of the sky
in a beacon of glitz and bleeding toes,
drifting past moodiness, leering brazenly -
a pock marked soul sitting on edge of day.
Moon’s madness slips just beneath halo,
laying on top of world with angel wings.
Standing alone, I hear sounds of guts
and fury pounding the ground, displaced
spleen limpid with lukewarm tears -
trickle of aqua becomes a stream as
moon gives a silent yawn while music
strums in the gilded background.
Moon is all that exists as I take last sip
awakening to savage sun taking a bow.
What is madness?
Is it the ones who don't fit?
Those who lose sight of reality?
What is reality?
Is what I see actually real?
Is what I feel actually real?
What would happen if I was never created?
What would I have become?
What would I be?
Am I actually alive?
Where did I come from?
Where will I go?
What will happen to me when all comes to an end?
Will I be forgotten?
Will I end up as nothing?
Will I end up all alone?
Only a lone spirit floating through the stars?
Only a grain of sand on a beach?
Losing sight of who I was, who I am, what I was?
Does life really matter...
What was the question again?
Midnight Madness of My Mind
I think too much.
You don't think enough.
I trust people.
I'm in love with a woman.
But does she love you or even care?
I work hard.
That's a joke.
I believe in people.
But I am famous.
Yeah for five minutes.
She tasted good.
You cooked her too long.
Telling their brand of truth.
The medication never wears off.
To me madness is an emotion,
It comes from my heart and brain,
From too much affection,
For what causes me pain.
Just like anger or sadness,
I feel it rising up inside me,
Sometimes it explodes with,
No warning signs I can see.
Like some emotions,
I try to hide,
And ignore the feeling.
But when it explodes,
I may become,
This is why I fight so hard,
To be a good person.
This is why I am so nice,
To those I know deserve.
This is why I listen to others,
Who might be ignored.
I don't know how to explain it.
Just ask some of my friends,
They will say I am slightly insane,
But in a good way,
A way that makes me who I am.
Madness is knowing,
That he is happy,
While you are alone.
I struggle to hide,
These feelings from those,
Who I love,
Who won't love me.
They may be friends,
They may be older,
They may be taken.
However they are not mine,
I don't care.
As long as they are happy,
I am happy.
Madness is ignoring,
How people move away,
At least that is,
What it is to me.
I will always love certain people,
Though they might never know,
My feelings and sacrifices.
I must believe that I,
Won't always be alone.
Last night I had a dream.
It was quick and to the point.
A flash of steel.
A clean slice.
And, just like that, it was done.
A vertical line
On my arm.
Elbow to wrist.
I lifted my head
You were shocked
As you met my gaze.
It gushed, in rivers.
Just like that
I was dead.