THE MADNESS WHO SAVED HEALTH WITH FLOWERS

Avenues of souls
Are illusions contained in delusions
Infinite, however, finite
In the brain of an alchemist.

The alchemist hears sounds
Fight to forget
Can never
inside of him live
The sound that perpetuates itself.

In agony, the cry of pain
From the crazy dreamer
In psychotic outbreak in hook colors
Lonely wolf crazy!