I'm anguished by a mad-brain, trapped forever within an idiot skull. With a deep enduring and untremendous might. I cumulate my wearisome objects to my twisted majestic heart, ready as ever with its hollow mockery. My redemption stands near my garden of despair watching my demise with contemptuous indignation.
Still forever labouring inside my frozen gloom listening to Satan play his fistulous lute. With the passing of each malignant hour I grow winter thin and stale as I sip shamefully from my bewildering cup of delight. Never will I know the girl from the depths of the sea. For I am allowed only the assist of long forgotten and drowned deities.
- Johnny V.
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