allow me the pleasure

of freely undressing

dont bother to measure

its rather depressing

stressing my mind out

between manic bursts

a blessing to find out

how else ive been cursed

i am mad in my way

but dont let it be said

though theyll say anyway

that in dying im dead

for by dying i live

and by living i die

and if that isnt crazy

then neither am i

from the bliss of the kiss

to the ache in the skull

from the blast of the gas

to the sickliver lull

from the top sip of wine

to the bottomedout heart

the end of the line.

drove me mad from the