Down that brown demon
Let your fantasy manifest
Let that stupid head breathe
And you shall drown yourself
Away from your pathetic sorrow
And be free from the cage
Where life escapes the prison
Like black becomes pink
Like the zeppelin climbing to heaven
And when the strings strike a minor
You sadly sing your scale
Of notes worthy of a song
Sung like a drunk old man
Shrieking like the mother alien
Piercing the cochlear painfully
All in the name of your friend
The freaking melancholic silence
Embodying a solitary matter
Defining a melancholic mortal
By Jo Haq
19 November 2020
10:33 pm
KL Eco City
Buanaseni Studio
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