The evolution of the maddness blues
By Colin
Maddness consumes Rage blooms like the rose Thorns that prick the flesh of the beast Nothing is here Just the hollow echo of broken men and slivers of broken dreams cut veins to sit with dead frinds as company blue skin and glassy eyes blisters that leak pure white bliss in place of puss Just sit back and breath deeply the darkness comes eating the dreams eating life leaving cold calm blackness something akin to peace Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 04:20 PM PST 18 • 10 • 1
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