Madness

She's an image, an illusion,
the portrait of perfection.
She shines, flies, strives,
in a pool of darkness she dives.

He comes from darkness,
her nature resides in light.
But light can't be felt
and darkness can't be held.

He's an idea, a thought,
the core of what she sought.
He deepens, Stygian as he is,
the reflections of all that lives.

He comes from darkness,
her nature resides in light.
If they were to combine,
the product would be madness.

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2 comments:

bubamara said...

guritz! esto es tuyyyo de ti????
:0

sopitas maruchan batman!

Space Oddi-ty said...

jajaja qué buen nick
Bubamara
jajaja
Consider that madness could be love.