Fictional Paintbrush: Mind of a Madman
Something's in the
air tonight, my spirit
is amiss, the
atmosphere
caresses like a
mother's gentle kiss,
the wind blows like
a garden tool to
keep my language
clean, the
moonlight hits the
chrome 380, makes
my right hand
gleam.
I turn from out the
open window,
dancing shadows
boast, the room is
bare except the bed
that's more
compact than most,
the woman laying
on it, color skin like
buttered toast,
she's just a tad bit
nervous being
handcuffed to the
posts.
I look at her
imagining it's Lisa
bounded there,
which isn't hard to
do since they both
have that same
brown hair,
that sparkles when
the sunlight hits it
from a mile away, I
hope that God
forgives me since
this girl will die
today.
I still can't get to
Lisa, there's an
order that restrains,
the judge thought
me insane like muy
loco in the brain,
they kept me
locked in chains
while all 4 seasons
went and came, I
now will show the
lot of them how
deeply true love
stains.
Her body as I walk
towards her
trembles out of fear,
I know for sure she
sees the gun but I
don't really care,
but then she starts
to cry around the
sock which gags
her mouth, my left
hand grips a
hunting knife, forgot
I had it out.
In standing there I
see her eyes, a
smoky color gray, it
makes me think of
Lisa back when we
were both ok,
but time stands still
for no one, life
progresses day by
day, old memories
like smoke just
dissapate and fade
away.
The room door
kicks in suddenly,
will wonders ever
cease? It looks as
though somebody
went and holla'd at
police,
before I can inquire
on who dimed me
to the fuzz, 3
bullets hit my chest
and spine as I then
hit the rug.
Through the
ensuing madness
that I now bare
witness to, I feel
those slugs have
stopped by vertabre
and chipped a few,
cause I feel no
sensation from my
chin descending
down, they saved
this one but I've left
many women all
through town.....
I love you Lisa.
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