Crazy

I have always been drawn to your side

though perhaps I should be terrified.

I recognise that bit of crazy in your eyes.

I see the same insanity when I look into mine.

We match, you know, you and I,

though I'll never let you see behind

this mask I wear, the trick of my trade,

it seems to make the lunacacy fade.

But you wear no mask, child of pain,

and I wonder... if I took mine off, could I live again?