Madness is the key

12 1 0
                                    

From deep shadows,
Lying on the ground,
Roasted and rotten,
Everlasting star of depression.

Speaking everything but prose,
Talks about what is or not found,
Silk words of cotton,
There is no ration.

With a glimpse of a rose,
Where life and death abound,
The old days are forgotten,
A devouring flame of passion.

From astray to nowhere,
Beyond time and reason,
A place of spirit and luck,
Madness is the key.

PoèmesOù les histoires vivent. Découvrez maintenant