My mind is a keg
that bleeds into the
laughter of humanity.

A glass half empty;

From giving too many
of my colors,

Filled with the leftovers
that molds like penicillin.

Coughing doesn't ignite
the hearts that only sleep.

Bleeding doesn't call the
janitor to sweep.

But amid,
it whispers from golden
tongues who make a peep.

Alone in the witching hour,

I stand as a shadow,
not as a human.

-CMCrain

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