Asylum

Before us, my angel, the earth is a mad platter

a maniacal monarchs, slain hearts and mere wisps of souls.

But in each other’s arms, my darling,

we can build a sanctuary from the roaming berserk banshees.

 

Though around rages the thunderous roar of hate,

even when the vile, villains form their forces,

shall our love be an asylum against the evil

so hold me now and let us listen to our two heartbeats

preserve the beauty of our union

for in it we will find the peace amid the insanity.