Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Your Madness

Its some sort of madness
Oozing out of you
The pores of your skin
Making your hair stand

Its some sort of intensity
Poorly contained
Bursting at the seams

Its some sort of craziness
Nothing you created
It is in your eyes
Not a brightness

Each word drops from you
Helplessly disconnected
Each moan escapes from you
Higher than before

New places
Old madness

Only a sad tune remains
It plays within you
Parallel, always understanding
All else is left behind

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