Crazy

you call me crazy

you don’t know crazy

if crazy isn’t pouring cyanide

on your open cuts

if its calloused claw isn’t gripping 

your collar

if steel shavings aren’t squeezing 

your spine 

if crazy isn’t skinning you like a cheetah

ripping your carcass open;

freeing your intestines

 

so, call me crazy again 

and 

see what will happen 

 

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