Where the insane linger
They bite their nails
Twist the hair of their sagging *******
Soon, they will die and live at the same time

In another place and another time
They may be tossed papers of poems
If they exist or don't
It is just the same

Soon, they will breathe and be breathless
As the moon takes a vivacious scenery
Into azure skies and calls them midnight
The day will salvage the rest

The fear in their eyes
Will be calm as the lively sea
They shan't sigh
If they grow old, old, old as stone