It sounds like sexual intercourse
My mind begins to crash
Disconnected vibrations all around
And I beg and I'm screaming
Spare Chaynge
The drums
The mind-blowing screams
And it laughs
And it burns
It's the complete euphoria
Everything in silence
The play has ended
The instruments have been corrupted
But my foolish mind still
Plays it with every
Portion of perfection
I present to you;
THE WRITINGS
OF TIMELESS POETS-
Above
14-01-2013
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