There is a beauty in madness.
You don't believe me?
There is nothing more beautiful than this:
that someone would feel so deeply
so passionately for one thing,
whether it be a toxic love
or a blinding hatred.
Us humans-feeble and corrupt
have a power underestimated.
The power to feel with the intensity
of a fire-consumed forest,
or a wave that splits the sea.
We have a weapon inside of us.

There is a beauty in madness.
Has it touched you yet?
Have you loved or hated with your best?
Did you feel that power reciprocated
as every molecule coursed in your veins?
There is a beauty in madness.
Will you restrain it
or let it overtake your feeble self?