he walked so well, the fine line:
between humour and horror.
laughing at the broken people
do they not understand?
they are alive?

it would be easy
to leave a man such as this, alone.
hardest to keep him safe from himself

glowing in his eyes
a certain madness is defined
giggling. a well refined
lack of control

i didnt doubt his capability
in the sightless dark
i was afraid of what those eyes
were thinking

it was destruction
it was madness
it was a choice
it was a cheshire cat smile
and mad hatter speech

he was oozing the poison
of a snapping mind
dropping into the streets
at the ungodly hours
to wander...
remembering there is nowhere to go

my friend i cannot do
but hope and smile
and give you warmth.
but im so afraid that love
cannot patch the hole...
wherever it may be.