10 June, 2026

Seeds of Madness

James A. Knight

The seeds of madness

Were sown into my brain

They have become sentient

Crushed into a sex machine

Burnt out and paranoid

 

Intravenous weed killer

Administered by the

Angels of the loving night

I slept for two weeks,

Three days, and six hours

And the plants were dead

Only feeble roots remain

Of the madness in my brain

 

 

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