Demence

This represents the craze gotten from unaccessibility of whish.
When ye be stuck on a whish that seems impossible, your heart gets squished hard. It bleeds. And it's told to be your only fault. Nobody is forced to have your dreams realized. If you love, you're the faulty. Nobody gives a damn. You go mad. You'd eat people for dinner in sign of hater against hater. You desired love so much that you became a monster. You'd eat a bigmac with bloody cow meat inside. You'd eat a bear live with your own teeths and survive. You'd sacrifice a lamb to chaos to get its blessing. You would hire a demon and an angel to realize your dreams of little things you feel deservant for. You'd throw down a nation's power in sign of disrespect against its ways. You'd re-create the church and make sure that this time love would dominate.