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  Apr 2015 Kye Asakura
Callum Hutchings
Feeling sober in a drunk world
Contact to the unseen
Crowds oblivious
Things lurk in eye corners

Upsets and pain coat the streets
Like Graffiti of fear
My eyelids like glass
Consciousness more a nightmare

Panic in a busy town
To those who wear masks
Fake people
The modern monsters

Conversations like banshees
The sound resonates my head
Left numb to life
Body fatigued from the brain.
  Mar 2015 Kye Asakura
Callum Hutchings
My body is cloth
To cut as I choose
Held together with cotton
And patch work bruises

Broken button eyes
Mouth of stitches
No words to escape
Put away into a box

Waiting to be used
But thrown away
For second hand love
I’m just a rag doll.
  Mar 2015 Kye Asakura
Callum Hutchings
When will this sick feeling end
Clouds in my brain turning black
Thunder of hateful thoughts
Like lightning to my heart

Body shake earthquake
Hands a tremor
Volcano stomach
Landslide legs to the ground

Eyes collapse like buildings
Rubble tears crash off my face
Fog of fear filling my lungs
Choke on reality.

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