Aponia

This room walks live with lunatics,
Who chat which they forget,
And rub and bash so playfully,
In the making of a tale.

Their minds, abuzz with madness
Take instinct as a mate
And rip and shred the preformed rules
And rip and shred and move.

Desire leads the ring tonight,
And frenzy runs throughout.
The wail of chaos on hoarse lungs
Rings wildly on the wind.

The walls, stand tall and dampened,
As inmates scratch to flee,
Cracked nails rip revolution,
Red hands scratch down old rules.

Then silence falls with sunlight,
As wind dries blood and sweat,
The morning dulls the frenzied pain,
While dew droplets forget.