A lunatics words are unshed.
A lunatic words are true.
The words are fed
From the mouth of asylums crew.
Silver heaven
And dark flame hells.
As peaceful as wealthy havens
Such as the words of a mentally cracked skull.
Golden words
Sound very bright bells.
And a great future like cords
Once spoken from mouth of a mentally cracked skull.
Iron speeches
Sound warnings of prison cells.
Of burning cells.
Of burning flesh demonic leeches
Once spoken from the mouth of a mentally cracked skull.
Yellow tales
Tell coming of Utopian Wells.
Of migration of death and extremely long walks
Once spoken from the mouth if a mentally cracked skull.
A lunatic words! Ah! A lunatic words
Everyone of it holds sway,
A short talk or a song of broken cords.
Listen well of you might just loose your way.
YOU ARE READING
Damaged
PoetryWhen you laugh, dance, sing, feel, think, I use my words to do all that.
