(In)Sane
You say you crave my crazy
If it is kept quite regulated
A bit of stable instability
Sin-heavy sighs but suffocated
You say you want my passion
Constrained till you are cool and ready
Rationed irrationality
The feel of free fall all while steady
You say you need me softer
And finally we find the truth
Your safety is birthed from settling
Trading my wild ways for under-roof
-a.r.
Digital art: See No Evil, by Zelkats on deviantart.com
sometimesihatemycat 
Nice write up…
I say perhaps some of these things. But more than any of them.
People say these things to me…and then flinch when they get it. Almost everyone would prefer me reigned in, happy, healthy, stable, smiling….boring. The dark is enticing, but when mine shows up full on…most people aren’t really pleased.
Ah. I have my own darkness. It excites a few. Repels many.
An exciting but sometimes lonely place to be, isn’t it?
Sometimes. Yet sometimes I am fulfilled.
Yes, that is the way of it.