They say I've lost my mind,
But I've lost something far more dear.
Not the thoughts that twist and wind,
But the one I held so near.
Angelica, my truest flame,
A star that burned too bright.
Now all that's left's an empty name,
And the shards of endless night.
They took me to the Moon, they said,
To find what I had lost.
But all I found was glass instead,
And the price it surely cost.
A bottle labeled "Sanity,"
Its contents cold and clear.
But what's the use of sanity,
When she is not here?
I shattered it, the glass, the lie,
The liquid pooled like tears.
For what's the truth beneath the sky?
What's love without its fears?
I raged against the heavens high,
I screamed into the void.
But silence was the only reply,
And madness my reward.
Oh, Angelica, my heart's lament,
My fury's only cause.
Why must I bear this punishment,
This love without its laws?
The Moon is cold, the stars are still,
The night is vast and deep.
And I am but a broken will,
A soul that cannot weep.
They say I've lost my mind,
But I've lost something far more dear.
Not the thoughts that twist and wind,
But the one I held so near.