I want to carve madness
in one sound.
a part cold,
disappointment,
a part white,
the round smile of the moon,
a part the "you" in me
and another the "me" in you.
wrapped in the darkness among stars,
the darkness remainder after death,
I`d throw her towards the sun,
to burn like a coal.
From the sun, the sun-beam boomerang
would stab my heart.
Maybe like this
I`d feel too
the madness of love...