DementedA Poem by Xanthous CrowPeople are all the same.
Demented, they cry!
When they see my art Or my writing The darkest places of my thoughts and my world seeped out onto paper A bloody black lie Spilling from this wounded heart Amusing how people find it frightening (I am really glad, at that!) Why don't you breathe it in - the vapor of my thoughts? I simply nod and smile, pleasant as can be In my head, thinking of ways you should all die. © 2012 Xanthous Crow |
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Added on March 7, 2012 Last Updated on March 7, 2012 AuthorXanthous CrowMount Erebus, AntarcticaAbout"Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancho.. more..Writing
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