Parfois La Folie Est La Sagesse

the streets creeping through the midnight of the little town the world crumbles seen through the laughter of an alcoholic haze 'My eyes filled to the brim with dozens of Pink Ladies! ' sight deserts her carcasses of animals dancing from hook to hook in butcher's shop she had become a paper doll of herself cut out from the world she dressed herself in various moods that clashed violently 'I'm wearing my happy hat and my fake smile! ' the world falls for it between the two pillows the continent of loneliness an afternoon's sun clinking amongst the ice cubes silence the moon pressing silence into shadow lady in pink drinking a Pink Lady her smile slipping 'I am always another person I can't recognise! ' the little garden dancing joyfully with Spring doves coo in cages a night walks by