Some crazy fellow


Hell, as you decide
You begin to pang
Some crazy fellow
Without a heart
Head kept high
Chin kept higher
Nosy mouthed
Tight skinned
White collared
His words
Sinned and sinned
Here and there
Wound and wound
No hatred, no curse

His silence
Sinned and sinned
Here and there
Wound and wound
No hatred, no curse

In a grey moon
His eyes are filled
In a gold moon
He is denied sleep
In a blue moon
He has a heart

He is sugar
He is pungent
He injects
That what kills
Wound and wound
No hatred, no curse

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