When the world has lost all meaning,
And there’s just nothing else,
My madness will speak to yours,
And yours to mine.
Beauty in everything and nothing.
I “love” you.
Fools weep over shattered glass;
We weep over fools.
The monkeys will only bring you down.
The sooner you get rid of them, the better.
Yama, Kali, Vishnu, Ram.
Brahma, Shiva, Indra, Himavan.
Sing to me a song of madness,
A song that speaks our language.
Divinity in all its glory.
Make love to my loveless core.
Breathe.
Love. Hurt.
Love.
Don’t speak, scream.
Look at what we’ve created.
Look at the path we’ve travelled.
And I leave you now
With this parting gift;
All that’s left.
And all that’s left are
The bites and scratches on your back.
