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.

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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

all

those

questions

Pass me the glass, love... I will fill it up for you, you look thirsty.

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Flitter~

Zooming..rushing by

A little unsteady

O, mhm.

Did you see that?

Look, high above

Too late

It’s now gone

Thoughts bubbling

Rapidly, hurriedly~

So out of control

Bam!

Ideas churning,

turning, spinning

When do they even begin?

Beats me.

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-

Maybe..

Then again~

Surely, it may be a force_

One that can’t really be (just)

Pulled, or pushed- in any direction.

#FLUTTER

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.

Madness?

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?

Actually real?

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...

Sorry.

What was the question again?

I forgot.

I think too much.

You don't think enough.

I trust people.

That's crap.

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.

Crap again.

But I am famous.

Yeah for five minutes.

She tasted good.

You cooked her too long.

One person.

Two voices.

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,

Dangerous.

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,

Without you,

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.

From

Elbow to wrist.

I lifted my head

Quickly.

Wide eyed.

And crazed.

You were shocked

As you met my gaze.

The blood

Shed

Rapids.

It gushed, in rivers.

And

Just like that

I was dead.