Life is a clumsy accident
a child bent over the curb
chocking on gravel
Life is a circus of madness
A dance of eternal sadness
I cling to it
For without reality
There is only doom
Which forever looms
Like a nightingale on a cloud
Made of barbed wire
I live because I can not die
Death shall come
I shall wait
I only kiss madmen until then
When my Demons are reveled as Angels
And I am reveled as one God's Science Project
Left among the rubble
In a grave of colors
Beats the heart of an artist
Or something or another
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