To dance alone in the dark Drinking aged tears Pretending mortality Living on dreams The wish of Cass's courage And I've none Blades call, no? Mine's clean The shine of it calls me I'm alone I don't wish to be But really I do Rain pours on my rubber roof Is it pleasant, to watch? Violence is *******, For the "normals" and I'm not Insanity, my mother Darkness, my maker Love, Is insanity Over and over we try same patterns same results But all, For LOVE and the lie of it And poetry is my shining blade
I love you. I won't be able to respond until late tomorrow evening. As I have to be Mrs. Potatoe head and paste on a fake Vanna White smile and serve these yanquees tea and coffee in the morning. And I think, I've lost my mind. Please forgive me.