"He drove his mind into the abyss where poetry is written." ~ George Orwell


Cold to me is warm to you
I swear three and you say two
The lowest point I've ever been
Cannot compare to what's within
I sell you and you sell me
Underneath the chestnut tree
Revolution; burn the clones
Evolution needs no molds
Chastise my words if you must
Just realize it's them you trust
I'm a minority of one, you see
A lunatic; not wrong nor right, just me
Bleed the truth from out my veins
Never the same - they all seem strange
Dive into the deep abyss
Where poetry and art exists
Meet me there; my stomping grounds
Ignore the silent awful sounds