Mad, yes, I am going mad.
and I feel sweetness where I should find hate.
Running away from reason, they say I am.
I'll stay here, where pain feels like icecream on my mouth
and I let it melt, sweetly softly while you laugh.
Because you can conceive
everything I dream of.
Lying inside your skin,
endless incomprehension
naked and delightful incomprehension
I can do nothing but love.
Silent words no-one else could hear
loudly, I can listen when I sleep
and I know they would say I'm going mad
slowly and delightfully mad.
"And if you complain once more..."
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