These words that vomit from my brain

Upon the corpse of a tree we've slain

They splatter into lines of verse

I often think of it a curse

It keeps me up in the dead of night

Convulsions cause my hand to write

Twisted thoughts and dark desires

The spasms never seem to tire

The mind is sick as is the heart

What I call vomit some call art

Midi playing "Purple Haze"

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