Madness

Madness
is my life
is own song
I love it
I feel it


The sweet little airy moth
questions me here
her madness is
not like me

I love your smile
I love your talk
There is the flowery shop
For me so scratcheable
unwanted as you said
remains questioning me

The housing colony
with triangle shape
hurts me innerly
as I am mad
madness is me
madness is mine

You are a sane
and me insane
it's your world dear
with flowery fabrics
my remains dark

rounding around circles
I get lost
no meaning
no songs of lark
its disastreous
its pain
its sad
its dusky
and that is me dear