You there, in the corner
Dark eyed phantom, maniacal sweetheart,
Trumping in my head like a frantic hammer.
The squall, echoing in my ripping soul,
Vibrating in my lungs in a whole new laughter.
I see you as you are,
But you've been told otherwise,
Yet my eyes can see the shadows in yours,
the child that once was, lost in the agony,
of a tomorrow you think would never be.
You're still smiling at me,
exhuming the warmth of a blissful memory,
I want you to be free again, blessed again
And enjoy the bright path leading you,
To the moment your existence brightens this rotting world.
Despite the heaviness of your past, you still walk tall and brave,
Admiration from my heart to yours,
Forever will remain,
Because real giants are those whose who will always grin,
And you are one of them, my friend.
That madness in you mind is strength,
That softness in your pupils is life,
You there, in the corner,
With your disturbed, prodigious smile
And intriguing, perfect dementia.