The touch of Madness

In meaningless virtues

Lies the delusional verity

Where a vision belongs

Amidst the shun of insanity

A lifetime of endless cravings

Flowing with the teardrop of a locked heart

Ever seeking the key which would reveal

The gushing desires to tear apart

This key only belongs to a memory

Buried deep within the tired soul

Loathed with fear in the sullied beliefs

Of reaching the moment of self control

Alas! The sapient too drifted with pleasures

Evolving from the core of defying felonies

Just her voice could differ them judgements

Through a sight beyond those melodies

But this voice be the voice of insanity

Many claimed and many abused

She held her own in the bed of madness

Refusing to drain in what was accused

Lay beneath the cloud of mercy

Let the world be gone in glory

She embrace this numb mortality beyond

And live once more to end her story