Lilla Orbán
What festered in my brain was like planting bullets into my sink drain,
I must have had every disease, I was purple down to my silver knees,
My head overhead, held up to be bashed into a white rimmed deathbed,
My makeup had such a new look, The melting candle-faced clown that showed off his billhook,
Fun,
And so fun I was,
So much of it that darkness devoured me from flesh to bone,
How can I crawl out from its stomach and back to its throat?
Notes from the Creator: Our own darkness is the hardest to face within ourselves. I found a quote that adds to this inspiration, "Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people." - Carl Jung