Pleasure Through Madness
Illuminated by the sun for the eyes of all.
Arms length is the distance to travel
By the moon and darkness of night’s veil.
So close that space is scarce between
And true color is only for two to see.
Madness is nothing more than guilty pleasure to me.
Love for not another being, but the insanity it brings.
Embraced by darkness and lunacy
I curse the perishing stars that fall from the sky.
Never again will I help them arise.
Only saints are seen through sinner’s eyes.
As ancient tongues speak foreign truths,
Present words can’t convey the torment that lies beneath.
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