What is the color of madness?
Red, like your blood on my hands?
Black, like that cold, dark night?
What is the color of madness?
Is it my obsession?
Is it truly me?
What is the color of madness...?
Me hoping that you won't ever leave?
Me hoping to love you?
You are the color of my madness...
So close,yet so far...
So flawed,yet so perfect...
So hurt...yet so beautiful.
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Ravings of a Madman
PoesíaI guess this is just a place for me to speak my mind, and materialize my thoughts.I guess I just needed someone to listen, to understand.These are just my thoughts, inside the mind of a madman.
