confession

By the madness, when it possesses him,

much like the vicious night, when it trespasses the dying hours of light. 


By the madness, when it possesses him, much like the firewater, when it entrenches him in euphoria. 


I’ve seen only love, in his fury or serenity, and by my eyes, that see no difference in the two, 

I confess I love you ❤️




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