Pure Madness

In its rigid form, no details,

Is this madness sane enough?

I cannot tell - you tell me.

Actions of the future untold;

Screaming of the inside, still unheard;

Fear of darkness never exposed

Emotions of the emptiness you chose.

Sanity is madness - madness is sane

The heart is so sweetly lain upon the aching floor,

That sweet revival that hurts just like a thorn

Those sweet intrusions of thoughts so mad

That constant whisper you are not yet dead.