Fictional Paintbrush: Mind of a Madman
Something's in the air tonight, my spirit is amiss, the
atmosphere caresses like a dead grandmother's
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 none as 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 bear
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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