In madness He leapt into the molten stone To feel once more the warmth that was her and with her left. he's alone And prefers the silence that wraps Him tightly as he stares into the night sky ablaze with stars, like her eyes were when they locked onto His own, to the madness of life that Reminds him of the madness of The things they did together Promising each other the mad promise of “me and you forever.” In madness he drank of tears from Bottles of sorrow And slept dreaming of the last And never tomorrow. With her there was a tomorrow To look forwards to with the sun Always at his side smiling wide And lightening his day. His love Knew no limit but that is past tense And none could convince Him that moving on was best. So he lived on in madness. Waiting for her return, He pushed on in sadness