Beautifully chaotic..

This mind, it's twisted.
 It's yours, but it's not yours.
It drags you down and then it hoists you up.
It hates you, but it loves you.
This mind, it's an abyss of darkness and madness
and only the brave would dare to escape. 


This heart, it's fickle.
It desires the impossible.
It's yours, but you'll never own it.
 It wants, and it doesn't want.

This heart, it's a parade of fleeting infatuations and envy
and only the wise would dare to get close.

Delerium.

   His heart was as pure as Tuscan gold.
   She thought he deserved better than her touch of cold.
   She had nothing to give him but madness she owned. 
   Little did she know that her heart was wrong.