Ugliness, blindness
Crimson against porcelain
My eyes to meet yours
Gone mad
The bloodstains, the agony
The hatred.
Rechid little wench they say
Calypso, Calypso
Yours to mine
Love comes from the brain
So does insanity
Fear, fear!
Nervousness aching
Anxiety- boom
Hearts to break
Feet to the floor
Yellow tip of the nail
Strike through the very
Wall
Hang a picture
Earthquake
The picture does fall
Now,
Doesn't it?
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