Demon SizedA Poem by Christopher StaabI don't know. Not loving this. Its about seeing the madman in your own reflection.
Ever look into the eyes of a madman?
it must be like going into War, I am for sure, rushing the front lines only to get slaughtered by a machine gun built by the very country you are fighting for. I see those blatant psychotic eyes all the time when I see my reflection inside the badly lit bathroom of my mom's two bedroom condo. I see war, I see death, I see the evil lurking below the flesh, the wicked breeding of anarchiac demons feeding on the skin like mosquittos sucking blood like vulchers feeding on road kill. I see it. I see it. I see it.
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