Mad House Blues: Part 4

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yellow

flower grows

among the dead

bodies of children.

Carrion crows tear flesh

and drink congealing blood

as we danced upon the hill

in a drug-fueled orgy of sorts

around cruxifictial silhouettes.

One by one we were martyred for art.

We became the ultimate martifice

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Carlo Marx is an aspiring writer who hopes that one day he will be taken seriously by the world. As this is unlikely to happen, he will continue to milk himself of all art to try and appease it.(PS: He has finally sorted out everything regards pseudonums, etc. so there wil be no more changes from now on.)

One response to Mad House Blues: Part 4

  1. Haunting. Nicely structured.

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