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An Ode to Madness

Oh madness, Oh madness
       lurking about and through my head you jump in and out.
Oh madness, Oh madness where are you now?
       without you in my mind the world oh so foul.  
The crispling madness that rises at dawn oh makes my reality all but a pun.
The world turns around we walk upside down.
The day turns to night oh darkness so bright.


How it is good to be lost in the forest the twinkling stars fall down oh before us,
 and the raging screams oh so it seems sounds like something from a dream.

A starry night, so psychedelic her moonlight eyes have become my relic.
Oh wake me with your lullabies.
You fall upon my waking eyes
and wordless evermore again
I fall upon the floor my friend.

In midst of my lasting madness, your eyes remind me of deep sadness
and oh your image makes me wail and through unsolvable labyrinths I ever sail.
Oh sail in seas of foreign shore
Oh fear not any sailors lore,
for I would sail on Satan's bay
just to see her just one day.

Oh her being is the night. So indecipherable that only a passionate kiss upon this moonlight could reveal.
Only to be lost at morrows dawn.
Oh for her I ever long
Oh please hum me one last song

Stop your silent rain or I must drown within your pain.
Oh drown with me in passionate sorrow
and love with thee forever morrow.
For you I yearn oh evermore.
Below the moonlight, before the shore.

Now I've shipwrecked through the land, before my feet I feel the sand and oh dark hair I find your strand.
Now before you oh my love ,such a beauty an angel from above.
A sudden star-struck glance from thy oh my madness let me free.
Enclose me in your gentle breast, within you love oh let me rest.

Oh dance with me until tomorrow
Express through thee our hidden sorrow
and oh your love I ever borrow.

Now I see that your my madness.
Your dying love oh brings me sadness.

Our love was like a fading fire every second getting shyer
and nearing old, cold, dark December the dying Kiss of the last ember.

but nothing's real oh never was.
Oh why'd her heart she ever seal? Oh such pain oh so surreal.
and the madness I expressed was put to rest to say the lest,
but it has greatly scarred my brain
An ode to madness, let it rain.
Written by TheDoorsofOblivion
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