theonetheycallkeziah

Is madness not the most divinest sense?

I've written you a song.
I've perfected the sound of madness, you see.
Listen to its call--a nocturne, I think.
Isn't it a beautiful sound?
No grief, no pain--
A physical manifestation of euphoria
A true ambrosia to the connoisseur.
Delightful and everlasting
For as long as the mind exists--



So will my requiem.