Imagine madness knocking on your door;
Your blood rushes to your mind
and then your heart knows
The time has come when senses rob the silence
Of the impending thoughts you own;
Sheer madness has once again come.
Would you rather welcome him
Till he makes you sleepless, restless, helpless
And insanity smiles his wretched best.
Would you then rather let him in,
musing through your deepest dreams
that you may dream no more.
Oh i pray that madness would come
knocking on my door
Till my blood rushes to its grave
and then my heart would know
That I will never be the same...
I will never be again this sane
For madness spells your name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem