The Sanity Spire In Your Penultimate Pyre

Break free from the love madness You claim your heart feels In the sea of sadness From which common sense heals If you give him the chance He needs to weed you out Of the love stance Which beyond a shadow of doubt If from your tilted and stilted circumstance You wish to snap To restore the balance You wish to inject into the notorious nap Where headlong With your blinkered eyes Although all along Common sense dares to steer you from the sties of lies You drink from the demented infatuation You clink and slink From a faulty evaluation of the sentimental salutation To which peace of mind you link With no shred of evidence Infatuation an iota for your heart cares Although on the truth balance you stand a chance To reap scornful stares and glares From the balance sorority To which with precious pride you once belonged Before the love notoriety Your sisters in sanity wronged Without batting the lid The sorority felt Infatuation did Owe them even if the infatuation snow couldn’t melt Fast enough To call the bluff In the infatuation You claimed too tough To snap from With the bare desire Feelings roam Into your sanity spire in your penultimate pyre.