My soul is becoming grey with a dusky heart and lightened mind.
Sadness and madness has hold me together,
over and again.
Now i sit in a room, big enough for two.
a devil child with a black paintbrush,
drawing art on my skin
An ash stained mouth with lungs full of smoke.
So let me drink from a volcano and inhale the fumes, exhale in one breathe and clear my mind for a while.
-J