A Fever Fugue
Light crashes sounds like brittle glass
Slashes shards across my worn aching eyes
The colors reak of deep rot like blues
Creeping green burning acidic sounds
In my ears like the Smell of some dead deity
The tang of the streets are bright
gay they clash with the screaming
red halls of my inner cell walls
the shadows are toxic
the smell of death is erotic
loud like the soft pain…
I feel this sound, the sound of hells engine raging across my soul light drips like electric oxygen down my hands like a blood I once felt running slowly away as I lie here the world screams
Crying, the fever is high I burn with electric suicide
The colors I inhale dig deep into my eyes
I can hear the meats rotting in the sink
I know not the time as I move in my world sublime
All is dieing keeping rythum to the world
I feel myself drifting…
maybe tomorrow
I may go…
As I stay….
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