Book of Crazy (Madness)

gennnnnay: You're crazy!

I've learned to bridle my passion and hopes.
The cold heartache and regret of recent memories serves as a chilling reminder.
No longer do they float carelessly and full of life.
But weighed down by reality and pessimism.

gennnnnay: You're crazy!

I only speak with the words and letters that fill my heart...
whether they be instruments sharp or warm.

gennnnnay: You're crazy!

Madness is only a condition brought on by an enduring pestilience of the mind.
A disease that originates at the heart and grows into the brain.

gennnnnay: What book did you copy that out of?

It is the last of the pillars to fall.
Already lost are those of faith, hope and love.
Just like a chair with one leg.
It has no ground, no support and no use.
And so it must go.
Useless and worthless into the still of darkness.

gennnnnay: A chair with one leg? I just got a mental picture.

I should write this down.

gennnnnay: In your book of crazy.

So it begins... the Book of Crazy.