Burgundy Red

Anthony Hanible

Off my rocker

Blood in my eyes 

Pain in my heart 

Knife in my hand 

Wind pipe flooded

So cut throat 

Off my rock 

A storm in my brain 

Insane 

Aged in a bottle 

Until I pull the trigger 

Filling the glasses 

Off my rocker 

Off with my head 

Leaving 

Burgundy Red

All over the place

 

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Colorful but dark is burgundy a wine that in its initial sweetness has turned dry. A poem of insanity turned reality. Nicely done



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