Mynd
a dark room
with no windows
whores for doors
slightly ajar
people heads stick out from the walls
dialated pupils
mouths frozen in an oh-my-god scream
thunder is my melody
lightning--my rhyme
God plays checkers by himself in the corner
and he's cheating...
blackbirds making nests in my red mane
i swallow their eggs
it always seems to rain where blood runs dry
pummeling down on my spine
acid factor high
there's black
and there's red
and there's gray
and there's white,
they're back
and they're dead
and they stay
in my fright.
A dark room.
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