" LOVE ON ACID "

I can feel my back teeth melting, pooling and congealing in my throat!

See little elf fairys dancing, singing songs of blissful hope.

And then the moon cries bloody tears,

That trickle into ears!

Of little children sleeping,

Dreaming beyond their years.

But the lone wolf's anguished wailing,

His heart pounding at red moons light!

Brings an omen of all things failing,

Of dreams falling into plight.                     

But the grass grows green and heavy,

At the turn of next days light!

While my burden grows ever bending,

Upon the brow of wrong and right.

So never tell me that you love me! Never say that I'm for you!

I just can't take all the lying. My poor mind is the thing I'll loose.

                                                                  ~ The Mad Alchemist ~