Maddnes

• Darcy Thornton, Grade 5, Torquay P.S.
• Poetry
• 2007

It’s red and black;
It smells like petrol;
Madness tastes like chilli;
It sounds like fires crackling;
It feels like all your veins popping.
Madness lives in Satan’s own evil heart.


By Darcy Thornton

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