Madness

Like a wind , that kiss upon my cheeks.

Or the hovering shadow that follow in the mist.

Strange thing occurs in the corner of life.

Lingering in my head , contemplating to find.

Like a whirling pool , swoop up in my head.

Or the mistakes that I frown on fate.

These incidents happen not only for a reason.

But a sign that says "you're indecent"

Done , crushed , buried alive.

Are the three simple words I can best describe.

Of how my days passed like a wind.

Before I finally give up- being me.

Cold hard truths are painful to cry.

Burning skins seem to wrap just fine.

A solitude wolf running in the dark.

Is way better then always getting fucked.

Searching for my ghoul in the pathetic flame.

Guided by satan for the sinner's pace.

I'm not always sad , as I'm a no man tear.

But when it hits me , I'll probably fear.

These words that I just can't puzzle into pieces.

Are the perfect answer to my inevitable madness.

-Madness

Wildest Wolf