Bloody Mind

###Bloody Mind Blood
Not the red kind
Spills from the eyes
After an attack on the senses
Eye holes stretched and stretched
Two sagging holes that navigate the dark world sadly
meander, turn, drag themselves,
getting caught on all that should not
have happened.
Visions of stabbings
brief flashes
kill me again
and again
The first layers of blood dried many years ago.
Now new layers are applied.
Painting something twisted:
picasso, dali, or the second half of
the garden of earthly tantalizes
or was that what it was called
however great will be discarded
to fester with worms and return to
the nothingness that it is
a cold mass in a grave
which is not the fate of all minds

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