The Mad One
By: Yue Yidhna Xing Wang
Friday, May 3, 2013
I am watching silhouette
From the shadows of a mirror.
Why, I couldn't step any closer
And see the Myth, The Lady Green, Nearer
Because, I am the Mad One
Plagued by the torments of a
Desiring, dark, inexperienced,
recklessly young and blank soul.
Because, I am the Unmasked Pilgrim
Birthed, and Raised in the unveiled
Revelation of the Night
I am burning in a pit of flame
That which I cannot even find
Why, I can only see the Angel of Venice
From the darkness of a mirage insider the
Seamless black walls of the Chamber of Nightmare,
Yet, loving and savoring it, The Warmth of a Dream
Because, I am the Mad One
Plagued by ill seasoned and uncultured
New Born hopefulness, that can be shattered
By only just a stream of Life
Because, I am the Unmasked Pilgrim
On the edge of Madness, A Trembling Plank