Category : Poems

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The sweet taste of madness is fulfilling in certain ways, at certain times.

My skull finds enjoyment in binding me to dangerous situations, strangely I feel unfazed and, more so, happy with such imagery.

It is almost like lunacy is the norm. . .

My Norm.

My Trending topic.

You may find me laying on my side at the edge of a cliff.

You may find me dangling from the cliffside of a volcano.

You may find me laying in pool of red with a smile.

I find all these "strangely exhilarating" thoughts soothing.

They are almost beneficial for my survival. 

But, are such imagery normal?

Am I normal?

Even with such thoughts, I live normally. 

Or, I wish I lived normally.