Entry #66: Companion (Poem)

I know not a world without madness.

There is darkness in me that I cannot expunge.

Could you call yourself my companion if I reject the light?

To accept me for my flaws, seen by the moon.

To hold me in high regard with flaws, unseen in the shadows.

To view me with endearment despite my bestial visage.

The world I live in is a world of chaos.

The madness is apart of me, for I am its companion.

Could you call yourself mine?

- Quiet-Emerald