Hate Sensations
Like a bullet through the airYou hit me like a nuclear warhead
And explode inside of me
Burning, turning hope to dust
Some kind of sensation
Ripped apart by degrees of faith
And the mushroom eats sanity
Spinning, twisting dreams dry
Sparks of nothingness
Burns the last of passion
And the skies in my eyes
Busted, Broken shredded particles
Of black
Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2008-09-12 at 15:34
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