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"THE DRUNKEN BEE DROWNS IN HONEY"

 
It was 5:37, the moment 
I woke up.
the dead roses are pleasing
to the aesthetic senses 
again.
my insanity is bandaged,
plastic surgery went well.
the darkness is comfort,
delusions of persecution
dance and my lungs become 
reality.
the broken must earn their 
way into depression.
as I earned mine,
time was a whore out of work.
she watched as I slit my 
throat, she bathed in my 
blood and cackled.
as I lost sleep, she slept 
sound, as my paranoia ran 
towards the madhouse, she 
signed the papers in bloody 
urine to have me committed.
through the slip into 
darkness, the bee swam 
through honey.
I shot holes in the butterfly 
wings and cried.
I made love to the mirror
as I watched myself burn.
her consistency with no
thought is a shark mouth
approaching a hook. 
it isn't the evil in a 
woman's heartless and 
soulless body but the extras 
that fuel the evil itself.
the vanilla candle has no flame.
the house is heavy in 
madness, a madness with
a love so dark, it's story 
has no end.
magic persists without us,
no matter the effort to stop it.
hatred will fade,
the drunkenness of revenge
will sober and the free 
parking on the Monopoly board 
will cost you your integrity.
get slammed into a table
but fear the corner when you
fall.
you stole a month of my
insanity and made me sane.
as your monkeys eat your 
fleas, as the bees drown,
as the pigs find another 
route, as the story closes,
the unexpected gift forms.
it's time to pull the stinger
and watch you die.
all in good time,
all in my broken clock's 
good time.



By: Chicano Eddie
8-10-2016

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