Quality Of Madness

I’ll be damned
If the voices don’t have ears of their own
Stitched from the core of your bone
A happening for drowning the brain
In pandemonium
A distant sound falls
Like A glorious wreck of grinding metal
Rust creaks through your teeth
You can seemingly untie your shoes with the pain
Every single dropping of rain
Is adding a pounding pressure
On the seeping insane
Cheeks fill with fluid
Acrid to the taste
Smells of noises harboring
Underlyings of waste
The mirror can sense the jaded..
The cleanliness that has faded
From the madness that dirties my face…..

Quality Of Madness

Trish Cooper

Bloomington, United States

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Artist's Description

just ramblings…have you ever felt like you were losing your mind???

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