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My tearful eyes are wide open, but I can’t see

The harsh light of truth, has blinded me

My ears are ringing and the silence is deafening

My nostrils inhale the stale putrid rancid air

Intoxicated by the overwhelming stench of humanity

Her hair wild like a ferocious howling wind

Forehead ablaze and smoking like a forest fire

My Hands blistered and raw as I touch her boiling skin

Through lips of ruby red she snarls at the world

A piercing scream erupts from her volcanic throat

Through clenched bleeding gums and exploding lungs

In a sad soulful heartbeat, my churning violent stomach

Implodes and shatters my fragile glass spine

My tortured ribs become razor sharp spears

Puncturing my sturdy thighs and shredding my skin

Flat on my broken back, laying on a bed of nails

Walking on red hot coals - skating on thin ice

My festering peeling bloody feet disintegrate

As my bewildered broken legs crumble and collapse

Into the tempestuous ice cold water I slide

The calm tranquil serene darkness envelops me

And takes me back to the dormant welcoming womb

◄ Tears in Tennessee

Sir Bruce Forsyth R.I.P. ►

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