​City of Madness

His swollen face gave birth to a smile;
He held his crystal ego- the ungrateful concubine;

The cracks on his lips had the touch of a red flame;

He grinned at the deception; he had no one to blame;

He kissed the sword that kept the society together;

He hacked his arm to make them feel better;

But the blade missed his spirit and the bleeding darkness;

They still laughed at him in the city of madness.

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Published by: flatlined84

A thinker outside the quarantine zone. The words on this blog will assault your senses, would make you curse in the holy name of Bard. If that's not enough, leave a piece of your mind in the comments section- the writer is on the dole and is always hungry.

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