Madness - Poem by Undine Roxie
I hear your call beneath the well,
I would've come, but you're not here.
I wonder what would you do there,
You lie under a heavy grave, even your soul could not escape.
And you were weak, but I was strong,
But now I'm just the shadow of my madness,
Who hears you calling loud and sick
Right beneath that cold and humid well.
And I'm serene, let the madness come in
The voice I hear so loud and clear,
That heartless calling I can hear
Directs my heart in well, in hell....
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