frightening clouds might take my body
leave it convulsing a few times over
or cover my mouth with my own had

madness is a deep sea
I've waded in no too deep
at its bottom I'll end up
with absinthe spoon and sugar cubes

clouds are only illusions of the mind
from close up they dissipate
but from afar they're heavenly bodies
a forbidden place not for our feet

a universe of forbidden thoughts
never to be formed as words
can make clouds constellations
in the back of our minds

the pact between mind and body
is broken when madness develops
the body might run wild
into the mist of such clouds

pen and sword are equivalent
each as sharp when turned inwards
each as dull to this world