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SangAndTranen
Poems
Mar 2018
Terror's a Drug
I feel SICK.
Empty.
Half a being.
This silence
Is driving me crazy.
No one is bleeding.
No screams to be heard.
The battle-cries are silenced.
All I see is a whole lot of nothing.
The adrenaline is gone.
Without the rush, the burn,
I am dead.
All the fighting, I would sob,
The threat of death,
Loved ones being hurt,
I prayed for peace.
But this peace, itβs WRONG.
Itβs too silent.
Eerie.
And I sicken myself in hoping,
Someone will swing a sword.
Aching to remember the feeling
Of pure, raw violence.
I need my rush, my high.
The wind on my face,
Wings in the sky.
I need the searing pain,
The crimson of blood.
I need the crushing misery,
I need the burning grief.
Only then do I feel remotely human.
Only then do I feel alive.
#terror
#war
#violence
#hurt
#blood
#sick
#addicted
#freedom
#fighting
#alive
Written by
SangAndTranen
15/F/England
(15/F/England)
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