Madness reigns over those who spend insomniac nights weaving magic out of thin air,
Madness crawls over their skin who shed all they have for the dreams they believe in,
Madness haunts those who can't stop thinking of all the things they could be,
But isn't it pure madness that makes you different  than them.
For madness is their drug.
Madness is what makes creativity,

She rubbed her eyes and told herself
'I can't sleep at night'
She never will.
For madness kills like madness lives.
She held his hands for the last time and asked
'Tell me I'm right !'