Beautiful Disaster

Sibilant pain scrawled on the gray matter wall
Rips of screaming fire red
Dying sweetly in neuronic poetic license
Martyred silence after all
Look to the side
And you'll catch the cloying scent of newborn ego
Bright and shiny
Copper-tainted corruption
Winging through the falling ashes
Premature pheonix
Wreaking rose-colored havoc
Fiend angelical
Come and tend my wounds
They're screaming for new blood, anyway.




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