Into the maw of madness,
Is the love that leaves us broken.
But without it, life is but a passing grey.
Tearing to nothing, in our gladness,
For someday, we know it will pass away.
How dare we feel light,
For soon will come the heavy.
How dare we feel loved,
To be followed by the empty.
So why should we have loved at all?
Because madness is better,
Than the abyss,
Madness is louder than nothingness.
For love,
For love,
Is worth the agony of its' loss.
So I gladly accept my madness,
And embrace this lunacy called love.