Demented

Demented

A Poem by Xanthous Crow
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People are all the same.

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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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Xanthous Crow
Xanthous Crow

Mount Erebus, Antarctica



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