I am raving mad
At nights, when you swoop down
On my sleep from the dismal chill
Of delusions
When I walk down the souvenirs
Of abandonment
An unnerving iciness
Creeping through my spine.
.
I hear the frothy laughter
Of the Id
The disquiet tuning it’s trumpet
From across the forbidden lands
And forbidden love
Blowing softly in the wind
The tunes of hers owned
And my desire
To die for.
.
I know I am raving mad
When I embrace this soulless night
For the wishful firefly
And yet I do
With the spectres
Of a begone tale
And undying hope
That’ll never leave my side.
