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Today I found some more blood on my hands
But these were spots that I could just wash out. I wish I knew what my psyche demands And what this pent up rage is all about. The trite of day seems boring and mundane But darkness overflows with macabre. I know this because of the bloody brain I find sitting by the candelabra. I'm sure police are searching for myself Or maybe just the monster that I hide. That's why I don't keep the brains on a shelf And eat them before I venture outside. I hope that soon this madness will surcease So that my sordid soul will find some peace.
© Copyright 2007 Mitch (UN: maposner at Writing.Com).
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