Tir na nOg

1 May 2009

Mists of Madness





Out of my mind in the mists of madness
in violet corsets that hold insanity
will my foolishness ever end?

Strangely mutated in unseasoned rain
as the sexless leeches, invade my thoughts
my rebirth to sanity is in vane.

Sorrowful mud is drying my fingers
as rabid knives pierce my lonely heart
I am aware of the pleasure in pain.

Hesitating in darkness before the light
so many roads invite me to follow
but they all lead to nowhere I need to be.

Her eyes watching as I wander in circles
aimlessly seeking with no yearning desire
to return to the sanctuary of her arms.




JF 01 May 2009

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