I look around
Through the eyes of Madness
And they see...
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These eyes have seen
Horrors untold
And that which is beautiful
Decays and grows cold
Colors go dark
The happy are sad
Waters run red
A young girl goes mad
All is not lost
That soon becomes clear
For seeing through madness
Eliminates fear.
Author notes
Uh... Yeah. I was reading Langston Hughes, and for some really, REALLY weird reason this popped into my head.
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