My madness is catchy

effortless fall
slim attitude freedom
slums of solitude
and frank forgiveness

no neck cowardice
leonine simplicity
matter of fact rage
faulty anger
and last but not least
misunderstood kindness

stuttered on the wind of terrors
and uttered over flames
of fires no longer burning
but still singeing our souls

I grope my mind for my
own madness
and hope I can find it