Comfort in Madness

by Ayesha75

COMFORT IN MADNESS (From my journal "OPEN WOUNDS")

by Ayesha

Purple grass, distorted faces

Blue bananas, pinkish hazes,

Talking trees, and singing stars,

Dancing houses, flying cars.

Bleeding walls, and laughing floors,

Shark-infested corridors.

Peaceful demons, hateful gods,

Humans hatching out of pods.

Satan lives, the weak one died,

The sky is raining cyanide.

Two-ton babies, evil's good

Martians in our neighborhood.

Comfort in madness, no escape

Symptoms of a brutal rape.

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