Murderous thoughts, raging from a grayscale memory
for that one lucky martyr
who saved his own sanity.
Glamour-bound to the tricky traps of apathy
for maned torment as it slays itself madly and continuously.
Tainted love, spilling wild colors past their cool shadows
into wide-gated grandeur
and psychopathic blue jays.
Sickened with cyanide, healed with arsenic.
Violent hearts writhing in the bloody passion that pools at their feet.













