And the breeze of breath brushed passed the skin,
The bliss the guilt the blissful sin.
For souls were one and craving oneness,
For one to be the corpse of madness.
Madness of void,
Madness of love,
Madness braced in dark flights of the dove.
Madness never said,
Madness unworthy of freeing,
Madness of emotions, in the very being
Submitted: June 30, 2022
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DampKitten
Madness and emotion are frequently one.
Fri, July 1st, 2022 10:12pmSo, I gather you're into corpses? I like how you use rhyme and repetition.