Old Question
I should walk maniacal
In the diabolical
But that reason should
Hold me to the good.
Why down in hell
Do men feel well
And why in madness
Know gladness?
We dare to tear
Ourselves apart
To know the true, the rare,
For the sake of art.
We are so in love
With life, that only death
Is strife
To be worthy of.
Fields of Grace/Poems
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