Return
He's arrived at the party, all smooth and smile,
Nothing to incriminate, nothing to defile,
His hearse is disguised as a limousine,
The crystal chandelier a guillotine,
His devious mind is Daedalus reborn,
Never has he pleasured, never has he mourned,
A white straightjacket is his Sunday best,
This marble palace is phobia's unrest,
He smiles with sparkling insanity,
His eyes behold the setting vanity,
With a broadening grin, he steps inside,
All conversation is now brushed aside,
Their eyes feast upon this new-arrived man,
This smiling dementia of the poisoned land,
And in that moment, they feel his burn,
As into this world Moira's insanity return...
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Moira's Insanity, Volume One: Mania
Poetry"Moira's Insanity" is a story of knowing and seeing, of dark and blindness, of love and madness. Told in various forms of poetry, Volume One, titled "Mania," gives manifestation to life, death, and of course, madness, all through the chronicles of M...
