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I placed this in the wrong section a few days ago...


"He drifts away in solitude in a sly demented grin,
Pondering the outcome to each of his mortal sins.
Weighing death or torture with humility everywhere,
The color of his dead pupils jaded in a cold darkened stare.
He searched for answers up above begging to remain,
but scratched up blistered heels remembered tough terrain.
Bruised with battered aging skin brought flashes of old pain,
Gone insane, he's gone insane, maggots ate his broken brain.
Skeletal remains out from his closet pour,
Coming back to haunt dreams ever stronger than before.
No rest for the wicked or ice water in hell,
No one can believe him, no matter who he tells."



circa 2004 M.G

evocative!