Madness, Madness

A Thousand Suns make up your form.

My being is burnt and beaten,

But after every burn, I rise up,

Like a phoenix. Mamma says

It's madness, madness.

Trace fingers on my skin, 

Or etch scars. Even if my blood 

Gushes out, I will pour it into goblets, 

To cheer your name. Mamma says

It's madness, madness.

You serpent- tongued liar, you have 

Done me so much harm. Yet, 

Like a moth, I still dance 

To your flames. Mamma says

It’s madness, madness.

Marks stay, and so do memories.

Even if my skin remains charred, I 

Will not hide it. It has become a

Part of me. Mamma says

It's madness, madness.

I have cried extensively, and I have loved 

the same. If dying embers are 

to fade away, what is love, then? 

Mamma says it’s madness, madness.