I go berserk
When your madness finds me
And I have no explanation
When they find me howling at the full moon
Even good reason escapes me
I know not what I do
Damn, Emily!
You are to me
Like a salve to my soul
Like a frenzied awakening
From a dark chaotic turbulent dream
Like the Phoenix from her ashes
You make me rise again
Eyes glowering!
Can it be love?
Is it an affliction?
Or just a kind of “Plain Absurd”?
The way our hearts are welded together?
Two different eras find us
Bleeding, leaking, spouting
Damn, Poetry!
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