I don't know if I should say sorry,
Because I can't speak nor answer,
Nor even explain if they will never listen
Petrified by the images inside my head.
Still I'm fierce and insane.
Impulsive, destroying everything that has beauty
And being destroyed by it
Is it love if it's not a person ?
If your heart race everytime you feel alive,
If you've found peace and beauty in your maddness,
And do not miss your sanity.
