How I long to be mad again.
My soul searches endlessly for your Pandora's box.

To be mad is to be free from all that consumes me,
To be consumed by you.
I have shielded myself from many a lover,
in hopes that one day I will fall back into your serpentine trance.  

Drive me to the brink of sanity;
send my mind once again into your abyss.
Lay me down so I may forevermore feel the horror of your kiss.