Only while madness is
hovering in my hands,
I can draw mad shapes of stories
hovering in my hands,
I can draw mad shapes of stories
Only while madness is
screaming in my hands,
I can make mad shadows of stories
Madness is energy
to bloom in gloom
Madness is fuel
not to wilt in needles
Only while I feel madness,
I can feel alive,
I can feel my blood
Madness is a shield
to endure woe
Madness is a blanket
to stop trembles
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