Sweet Insanity Poem by Amouta Stardancer

The moonlight on my skin,
excites my soul,
and sends my senses,
into fiery emotion.
Delight at the,
cool cold light,
of the midnight moon,
my bones quake in memory,
in dream, in hallucination,
which I'd never know.
The hair over my body,
is less ugly now,
than in the sun,
even though it sticks out,
even more in these sleepless dreams.
I can feel it growing over me,
covering my coldness,
like fire over my body,
is that a dream?
Have I again lost their reality?
Would I even take theirs,
over this hallucination?
Take their pills over... what?
My happy coping mechanisms.
When I'm free,
in the moonlight,
under the trees,
I am more alive than,
in their world,
in their padded cells,
and their cramped cubicles.
Here and now I choose my insanity,
over the caged madness of humanity.