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See me through your kaleidoscopic eyes
Listen to the pain of the blood-soaked cries
As blood lays lingering like paint on fresh canvas
Will you paint a perfect picture?
Will you murder the skylines with dead written poetry?
Spill your pain out with ink pen theory
Scream aloud in the silent room that whispers in your mind
Seek forth the tragedy that illustrates your agony
Rip out the pages of history that compromise your sanity.
End this novel with razor shears
Cut up the pages that lie within these covers
Shred the haunting of the wasted years
Paste this collage of tragic means
Into nightmares on a silver screen
End with passion from this tainted scene
It’s make-believe
Now wake up from this dream… |