THE GOTHIC FLAVOUR OF MADNESS

The long, lonely streets

of time –

manic and tragic 

with chimes 

with chimes beating in hearts,

that lead 

to the bomb shelters of dreams.

Already merged in a long

mad

kiss of death

dawns and sunsets,

as Adam and Eve once did

before parting 

to Paradise.

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