Sweet taste of madness

The Sweet taste of Madness:

walking along the crowed path the faces look empty
eyes so lifeless .. bodies chained to misery
A false sense of identity, a lack of esteem
I must be living out a nightmare
Along this path of a dead end dream

Promises of joy.. broken words speak only of sorrow
yet you proclaim that it is all golden - someday soon
the no show of that tomorrow

So I remove myself from the crowed path and set out on my own tale of wonder
I can hear that sweet bellowing laugh that lingers along the crevasse
That deep fold within my mind….

As I make my way.. you try to hinder my love with your toxic story of past failure

You hold on to me, but I am not there.. I am only a representation of what you think I am ..

but I tell you -- I ‘ve gone away .. deep into the sublime
I go and here I find my Tangerine – the sweet taste of madness…
The lunatic – tis the only friend of mine.