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"The Madness"

Poetry By: Alex Sharpe

"The Madness" -- A Poem by Alex Sharpe (C) 2011

Submitted:Oct 28, 2013    Reads: 12    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

"The Madness" -- A Poem by Alex Sharpe
Through all of the dissuaded decors, and all of the imposturous abhors. Contrived and deprived of deliverance unabliged. Fainly thinking, painfully shanking - taking, waking, making, shaking - taking, waking, somehow raking. Straight in the mind, but wrong in the head - but somehow completely 100 percent brain-dead. You fall to the ground, holler out sound. You make up - wake up everyone around. You fainly chide, get on your ride - but you somehow still want the most pride. It's the madness - the sadness that you have left behind. Increased corruption - creating self-destruction - it all takes some time. You're something so divine. Well hell singed your hair, left a mark you can't declare. You sing out loud - throw your arms around. Induced into bondage, deduced into a montage, but it's all alright, because I'm in the fight. Just follow that red and yellow light. It shows you the path through darkness and makes that lot park-less. Hanging ornaments so tight. It took some time to make this rhyme, trifling foppery - pretense and mockery. Your madness is extreme - something completely unforeseen. It is the feeling in the air that makes you pull your hair. Your madness is a Godsend - to add to this glorious end.


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