You’re preaching your vanity
To my innocent insanity
But I will hide within
While you strut and jut your chin.

Feeble destruction, I confess
Sitting in my pretty dress.
Ribbons of gold and silk of blue
I wouldn’t lift my skirt for you.

Roses white and gentle pink
Stained with red when the thorns *****
To behead a rose - 'tis not wise
Our stinging beauty terrifies.

Among the peonies, footsteps soft
Pretty little ladies’ faces don’t rot.
Corsets choking our manic laughter
Underneath her frills it’s a disaster.

My innocent insanity
Comes with a smile.
Take my paper hand good sir
Stay with me for a while.

You’ll enter blind
And leave a new man
Able to hear
That that is not there
And barely able to stand.

Sometimes I wish I could erase past events
Wandering wasted thoughts drive me insane
If I could I would wipe out your persistent name
Along with every memory of us from my brain

An ache,
Keeps me awake...
A burning sensation drives me insane...
A typical thirst seems to burst in my vein...
I feel am awake yet am asleep...
Tossing and turning trying to leap...
Sweat drops making uneasy to concentrate...
Of what am dreaming is of my creminate...
Seeing myself set alight an image figure...
A weird look while I was the main trigger...
Who is the other me? I got to see...
A rising desire in attempt to be free...
I hear voices whooping in my ears...
Trying to focus but am captured with fears...
I closed my eyes to shrug off the feel...
To wake up and break off from this reel...
Few hours have past, laying as dead on my bed...
I recall the dream,  Now I really feel scared...
It's morning, yet a part of me is still away...
Where could it be? , perhaps lost its way...
I for the other me was burning my feelings...
It's so disturbing now to remember such killings...

©sim

I'm going mad for you
The good kind of insane
I would rather go crazy for you
Than be with anyone else and sane