Twisted up in faulty reason
Tormented by his sultry lines
Strung along through darkened season
Left behind, another time.
Lost within my mental labyrinth
Chaotic calls do beckon so
Echoes bound around the chasm
And linger still – before they go.
Wafting madness, creeping sensually
Insanity’s alluring touch
Caressing softly, stroking gently
Whispered words that wield so much.
Slipping down inside dementia
Like sinking down into a bath
Melted, creamy butter kisses
No hope or thought of coming back.
The seduction of my sanity
More effortless than you might think.
Madness – such a subtle lover
Or, maybe I was on the brink.
