tears are salty for a reason
that they may sting the wound in your heart
and envelop the blindness of your eyes
have you forgotten, darling
how we played with fire?
but it seems only one
of us knew the rules of the game
and in the dark, bittersweet end
i stood up in the cold night
and stood up alone
for it was imagination all along
was it not, darling?
so you say
a pretense i carved for myself
out of nothing and everything
nothing real and everything surreal
how could i have been so blind?
perhaps you’re right
perhaps it is madness
but if madness will so tender be
let madness consume me
let madness consume me…