Madness Poem by Chris Noir

Searching for the thrill from long ago,
Where memories are floating dead and gone,
Solace found in madness never known,
Love found in the dreams of chaos.

Her face, the beauty of lost eons,
Her voice a song of nightmares past,
Her love a furnace of oblivion,
Her touch warm like blood of fallen stars,

Madness,
My knife is the brush and your body is the canvas.
Madness
Searching for something that never has been there.
Waving scarlet wings with pleasure of despair.
Madness

Remembering a dream from a different world,
Timeless warmth of love burning in the core,
Remembering the music that I never heard,
Craving devastation of angelic voice.

Her gift, the eternal erection,
Her stars shine brighter than my pyre,
Her coal, burning my reflection,
Her eyes,the grave ofmy desire.

Madness,
My bombs are drops of paint and your world my canvas
Madness
Digs over and over into gaping void.
Painting blood of angels over tainted soil.
Madness!