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The Ruinous Raping of a Fragile Mind

Here I am again, wet ink on my hands
Who knows what really happened here?
Lucid and dreaming, sanity slowly leaving
The poet scribbles the verses
Inked with the blood from his red fingertips
The stinging behind the eyes slowly rip

Ruinous raping of a fragile mind
Brutalized by media torture defined
Geniuses and madman laughing together
Until faces blur together vampiric and lupine

The nights of strong drink, exist on the brink
Who knows what really happens here?
Penning random thoughts at such a heavy cost
The poet listens to curses
Derived from hours of forgetfulness
Neglecting the only ones that caress

The execution of the conscious mind
In a cold, uncaring and unloving time
The doctors and patients mourning together
Until faces blur together vampiric and lupine

Solitude of cold and the growing mold
Who knows what really happened here?
The piling of books as he�s hanging from hooks
The poet slowly rehearses
The very last words he ever will write
As he swings endlessly in the night

Wasting of imagination and mind
The cuts of despair and the rhythm and rhyme
The brothers and sisters laughing together
Until faces blur together vampiric and lupine