Here we go. . short but sweet. If you don't get it refrain from voting. And bliizow.

I'm perched on a ledge of maddness and colored hues
With my skull cap tied backwards with the laces of my shoes
The notions of torture be-bopped against my skull fragments
Until I admit them in and enjoy my own loathing maddness
Cuz sometimes I lick the blade of my thoughts blindly
And kiss the speaker wires whenever they grow grimey
I dropped the sack of white ovals, the key to my hapiness
Zoloft and prozac bathed the floor of my pool of sess
The shards of a broken glass lay impedded in a nurses head
Her strained features remind me that she is dead
But sometimes in my head I repeat the scenes of death
And re-shove the jagged edges into her open wounded breast
I'm free now to kiss the devil and shake the hands of decay
I repeat 'kill' like the word layed within my brain at bay
My type-writter clicked another page another thought to hobble
Cuz these words, were the first words to my horror novel

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R.I.P.- Epimetheus
Robert L. Rem
1986-2003