Madness is as madness does,
But sometimes madness, just because.
And wicked are as wicked do,
But special kinda’ wicked – such is true.
Hungering for something, a hidden depth,
Silent stirring – undercurrents swept,
A humming tone beneath the waves,
What heart and mind swiftly comes to crave.
A break in crazy, a wretched wretch,
A change in stride and in secrets kept,
Madness is as madness does,
But sometimes something does give it pause.
