If this isn't madness

If this isn't madness, madness isnt worth it.

If this isn’t madness, madness isn’t worth it
I’m suicidal – self-destructive
I am skating on wafer-thin ice
Dangling from my predilection

If this isn’t madness, madness isn’t worth it
The twinkle in my eyes
Like stars in the sky
I don’t want to wake up from my dream
Wake up to find
You gone, me – left behind
It’s what I prepare myself for
In vain, in despair
Calling out to you
To hold my hand and lead
Me out of my dream
I want to wake up to
Your hair on my face
Your sleeping embrace
Dignified in grace
Your touch on my skin
Our fingers locked in
An everlasting hold!
If this isn’t madness, madness isn’t worth it…