Dark
Queer
Bazaar
Thoughts
aren't right
My
wires are twisted
Pleasure
and pain are demented
Intermingling
my reality with fantasy
I
may not feel but relish the screams like waves that awaken sensations
deep inside of me
I
get excited from watching blood freely flow from a fresh wound of the
flesh, a canvas for coagulation that causes many shades
As
I'm laying here strapped down in my bed, I have a fascination with
dissecting while having my subjects alive, one has to remember that
in the end that I'm just a person that's sick in the head, or so
it's been said
Copyright © 2015 by
Patrick B Vince
Fibonacci Poem
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