The motion of the speakers in my ears
pulsing with the song.
Tsunami waves flow through my body,
everything is slowed.
Time has lost its meaning.
I cannot concentrate,
first its an itch
next its a sound
following, a couch creak.
This is unreal,
I am raw.
Skinned of any defenses.
If you touch me, you will touch my soul.
you may think it innocent,
but at this moment
I am pealed.
This is my truest form.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
The motion of the speakers in my ears
pulsing with the song.
Tsunami waves flow through my body,
everything is slowed.
Time has lost its meaning.
I cannot concentrate,
first its an itch
next its a sound
following, a couch creak.
This is unreal,
I am raw.
Skinned of any defenses.
If you touch me, you will touch my soul.
you may think it innocent,
but at this moment
I am pealed.
This is my truest form.
