A Tormented Soul

Nobody is above love no matter our background But we all seek the lure of love... Aloof in this peril of existence... Shilded by my outwordly appearance of normalcy We of the class of tormented souls have mastered the preception that all is well To admire the insane, is to never know what madness can do or does to the afflicted mind and the people that love them To who or what empoisoned my mind, to that undoubtable, untolerable, being, I grant you no welcome...