In your darkest hours it spreads you out and in all your feebleness, infects you. I never thought pain could be so desirable until I laid my chest upon you. I cut it out, sucked it in, and patted it dry. As you sleep, it awakens and touches me with beckoning eyes as I stare into insanity. Hurting me intensely, but I can't let go, I need it to flow. Releasing me, it breaks you. How sadly I whispered as you flickered out and dragged me through. And now it's a part of me, leaving only your memory to bleed.
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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