My Ugly Head
by Bobo
Posted: 04 October 2003 Word Count: 68 |
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The insane rantings of my skull
render me paralysed;
I cannot move,
not at all,
held in madness' grip,
firm.
You think me a little crazy,
though acceptably so;
within the lines
drawn incisively
by those who claim to know
best.
What you see is just surface.
Below war rages
in deep magenta hue.
Call a doctor,
call a priest,
cry out for someone to help you
cope.
render me paralysed;
I cannot move,
not at all,
held in madness' grip,
firm.
You think me a little crazy,
though acceptably so;
within the lines
drawn incisively
by those who claim to know
best.
What you see is just surface.
Below war rages
in deep magenta hue.
Call a doctor,
call a priest,
cry out for someone to help you
cope.
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