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The Melancholy Madness of My Mind

It has left me.
My mind pulsates rapidly,
on a deserted windowsill
Why are children starved of love, I say to the tree?
Why do killers kill, and what posseses rapers to rape, the wind
the wind whispers back to me?
And I ask the sky, is there really a God?

I desire ketchup with my hot dog,
but the waitress brings me mustard.
I try to climb up, but gravity pulls me down
He says he loves me, but he kisses her.
I meant to wave hello,
but they thought I was saying good-bye, and now they're gone.
My mind takes a deep breath,--- and cries.

Melting flesh squeals helplessly to the decieving moon,
evil's left eye.
Heads roll along hedges to well bottoms,
guilty blood trickles into shallow gutters.
Pieces of life rain down on destroyed
floor of nature's abode---and mind rocks with rage.

I sail on a swing of happiness into
the giddy sky.
I walk on clouds of phsychedelic dreams and visit
with angels.
I sing melodies of spirit, and float lightly
down, down, down, until my mind sits still.

I grab it, engulf it, into the abyss of my desire.
I moan and squirm at sweaty chills that
tips of numbing touches bring to me.
I envision their intense, raping stare,
chiseling away at my heart.
And when they come to me in hellish dreams, I see God,
My heart pounds---and my mind comes back to me
by BA