SnowBayers

 Madness runs its colored fingers deep through the minds of humanity, singing a soundless lullaby only heard by those graced  with the never ending march on insanity; the ears  of an open mind, and a shadowless heart. Slowly eating away at the sound state of mind; the queen of Madness tailoring her tapestry ever so deeper into the chosen blessed with such plight. But This is no poem ballad, a song not a warning. This is a story of a boy, but even more so the Mad Goddess. Deep within a forest where the leaves fall of orange red and yellow lived a boy. Nestled deeply within his mother's arms, every night she would sing him a lullaby sending him

...As I looked upon her face, and she slowly looked up into my eyes as her body to dangle upon the cliff's edge like a rag doll....and the wind ever so slowly dissipating as if time had stopped. I saw in her gaze a world set apart from mine and as she descended into the grasp of death....I watched in her eye's as the luster slightly but ever so ago...

Beautiy is with in us, the angels now....there is a beauty within us like a rose.... It's walls of a crimson red lost in the luster of the cracks that stains the dormant rose it's bueaty lost to the world that engulfs it's roots, and what hides inside it's blood stained petals...lays a world of absolute perfection, far from what anyone can see. And it surpassing what we can see..