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Songs sung by mad men
Morgan Frank // West Jessamine County
Somewhere within my mind
A beautiful woman resides.
Her soft lips parting to whisper sweet tunes
Melodies riddled with compassion and care.
As I listen to the decrescendo
of her whispers to mutters
And feel her petite,
Bony body cripple like a raisin
The dissonance of loud obnoxious stomps
Rises in the expanse between my ears.
The footsteps of the demon splitting my head
Like a river has the grand canyon.
Blood dribbling down my cheeks,
pouring from my eardrums.
He speaks not angrily,
But sadistically,
Seducing my fair lady
With his harmonic voice.
His sleek composure casting no shadow.
The chords sung are only ones a madman sings.
Ones sung while white hair falls out
And skin sags ghostly.
Ones sung with eyes glistening black
And ears stained red.
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