Every now and then
Three month or so
The madness returns
The cloud hangs low
Mornings are dull
By noon it shows
The face contorts
The voice is high
With past's blames
Madness takes over
All reasoning fails
Only hurt prevails
Words will sting
Wound one's soul
Rest all be damned
Hearts are sore
Ties are gored
Can't take no more
When all's apart
Mad had its fun
For now, its done
