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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