Weeping willows engulf the moon,
storm clouds fill the mind.
Blackened beasts of insanity,
breaking humankind.
Walls of torture standing high,
blocking thought expansion.
Simple teardrops burn the heart,
creating new dimensions.
Cries of sorrow pain the ears,
wreaking havoc on the soul.
Psychotic episodes bleed and burn,
time will take its toll.
Sharp, cruel tongues sever and crush
what's left of civility.
-copyright 1993-
Birth sign: Taurus
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