Madness
One refrain that is unchanged
By every move my thoughts have proved
I will never be clean again.
Humble and patient, yet gleaming fire
Devouring all that is left of me
Chained to the devices of a mind that is sick,
A bird with broken wings, yet I'm said to be free.
Wandering, grasping at just one shred
A fragment of what I once possessed
So many traitors have emptied me,
It weakened me to so much less.
Once I was a tower
Now I am a foundation
Badly built and cracking
I have found the solidity needed to build a life.
Hidden from me, who in so much is lacking
They say this madness is trainable
Like a misbehaved circus beast
I am sticking to the madness.
For better or worse,
Till death do us part
To say the very least.