A Poem In My Opinion, Is Opposed

For Years Your Name Never Passed My Lips, While My Soul Drank In, With A Delirious Thirst, All That Was Uttered In My Presence Respecting You.

It Was Night, And The Rain Fell; And Falling, It Was Rain, But, Having Fallen, It Was Blood.

Reality Is The #1 Cause Of Insanity Among Those Who Are In Contact With It

And Now Have I Not Told You That What You Mistake For Madness Is But Overacuteness Of The Senses?

Perversity Is The Human Thirst For Self-torture.