There's a bruise on my brain,
It's purplish-green.
What a Gorgeous color scheme in my head
My cranium capillaries Bled.
There's a heartbeat to pain,
A muse in the vein.
She splays surging sparks
Which excite my poor heart,
Such a pulse has resurrected the dead
My cranium Capillaries bled.
Doctor, if you could see The things I'm Hallucinating
Even you'd recommend I linger longer in this Dream.
Bruise on the brain,
Life's satin stain.
A throbbing, Pounding, aching caress,
My cranium capillaries bled all Over!
Doctor, if you could see The things I'm hallucinating
Even you'd recommend I linger longer in this dream.

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