Maddness

Confusion towards this madness
and this stupid shinning sun
Grass holding blooming roses
though her soul has been detached
Rose thorns, to bright a light
world containted in happiness
while inter thunderstorms come
suffaction by raindrops
Screams over power thunder
Lighting at the very end
The world untoched by sorrow
In her eyes she is alone
broken during summer break
Is there a cure to this madness
This choice could be her lighting
or in the end her raindow
Love conqures all whom chose it
But which love is the angel
Who produces the rainbows
And who is the distruction
That carries death through lighting
This end could be a betral
But how could either do that?
They brought this summer to her
But one holds ice within their heart
lies that will llead to winter
A fallen angel to die
Is the desire of hope
He's without humanity
Therefor he must end through her
or she too will die in evil
her warrior without love
can not protect her from this evil
A fallen angel for her
or love from a warrior
Her choice alone reviled in truth
will set her free from madness