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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "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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