Madness

Sometimes the madness catches me and seals me in its tomb,
it’s then lunacy caresses me and holds me in its womb.
With no release and no desire, my life a living Hell
I hear the songs of Angels and the chime of my death’s knell.
Within the pain and ecstasy of madness gone insane
I swim deep within the wonder of life’s unending pain.
I know the world is right there, but it’s nowhere to be found;
my life is filled to breaking point with the ecstasy of sound.
One day I’ll know just where I am within that tight cocoon
and I’ll emerge as who knows what beneath a new full moon.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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