Lunacy

Madness they say

Will consume you

But it burns brightly

A fire inside

That will never quell

A kiss on the lips

And you're gone

To the sea

Of darkness and blood

The voices of the dead

Will weave a spell

In your heart

And grip it

Fiercely in claws

Fall into the butterflies

The coldness surrounds

Powdering your lashes

With a sprinkling white

A bite of the criminal

pleasure makes

you fly higher

Than you imagine

And lost

You become.