blinded
By ecologist
Madmen...with little toolsdrill, into my skullpour molten lead across my brain -- searing...this achewith a laser -- sealing, my vitriolic fateinto -- an empty, dark soulwithout a heart...I see with blind eyesher petulance...naivewhimsical and carelessit derides, scorns meplays...upon heart stringsa musicianwith a troubled...soul Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 09:25 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Madmen...with little toolsdrill, into my skullpour molten lead across my brain -- searing...this achewith a laser -- sealing, my vitriolic fateinto -- an empty, dark soulwithout a heart...I see with blind eyesher petulance...naivewhimsical and carelessit derides, scorns meplays...upon heart stringsa musicianwith a troubled...soul..."