"even crazy, i'm as nice as a chocolate bar" - anne sexton

here's another one: the maniac

Those eyes that beam so beauteous bright, And all the heaven within declare, May set ere long in starless night Or kindle with demoniac glare. The thrilling voice, oft heard to bless, Whose accents memory would prolong, May tell the story of distress, Or warble sorrow's broken song. That heart where feeling holds its throne, Which fondly beats to love and me, Cold as the unsunned marble stone, May lie in frigid apathy.
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Those eyes that beam so beauteous bright, And all the heaven within declare, May set ere long in starless night Or kindle with demoniac glare. The thrilling voice, oft heard to bless, Whose accents memory would prolong, May tell the story of distress, Or warble sorrow's broken song. That heart where feeling holds its throne, Which fondly beats to love and me, Cold as the unsunned marble stone, May lie in frigid apathy.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/t/the_maniac.html#h0W06ZRD6Xe3bMxl.99

Those eyes that beam so beauteous bright, And all the heaven within declare, May set ere long in starless night Or kindle with demoniac glare. The thrilling voice, oft heard to bless, Whose accents memory would prolong, May tell the story of distress, Or warble sorrow's broken song. That heart where feeling holds its throne, Which fondly beats to love and me, Cold as the unsunned marble stone, May lie in frigid apathy.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/t/the_maniac.html#h0W06ZRD6Xe3bMxl.99

 thank you, billy, for the great pictures...

Those eyes that beam so beauteous bright, And all the heaven within declare, May set ere long in starless night Or kindle with demoniac glare. The thrilling voice, oft heard to bless, Whose accents memory would prolong, May tell the story of distress, Or warble sorrow's broken song. That heart where feeling holds its throne, Which fondly beats to love and me, Cold as the unsunned marble stone, May lie in frigid apathy.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/t/the_maniac.html#pXm8GuigedPWZi5h.99

Those eyes that beam so beauteous bright, And all the heaven within declare, May set ere long in starless night Or kindle with demoniac glare. The thrilling voice, oft heard to bless, Whose accents memory would prolong, May tell the story of distress, Or warble sorrow's broken song. That heart where feeling holds its throne, Which fondly beats to love and me, Cold as the unsunned marble stone, May lie in frigid apathy.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/t/the_maniac.html#pXm8GuigedPWZi5h.99

Those eyes that beam so beauteous bright, And all the heaven within declare, May set ere long in starless night Or kindle with demoniac glare. The thrilling voice, oft heard to bless, Whose accents memory would prolong, May tell the story of distress, Or warble sorrow's broken song. That heart where feeling holds its throne, Which fondly beats to love and me, Cold as the unsunned marble stone, May lie in frigid apathy.
Read more at http://www.blackcatpoems.com/t/the_maniac.html#h0W06ZRD6Xe3bMxl.99