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Apr 2013
That feeling is back
And it's making me sick
Too aggressive this time
It's eating away at my brain
Blasting music in my ears won't **** the pain this time
I have this urge to stomp the pedal to the floor and ride 120
The crave to go fast and eat adrenaline
Spoon feed that energy into the blood stream
Only to fly faster
And Faster
AnD FaStEr
AND FASTER!!
Bubbling up to make my skin eerily crawl off my bones
And dance before me across the room
Shaking hands with your own flesh is a fulfillment
A ******* perfect success
A masterpiece by a mastermind
But honestly
The real feeling that's on my mind is the CrAsH,.-!-.,
Going so fast and then hitting a concrete wall
That sudden STOP of your heart beating
Pushing your chest to reach 32nd notes
And then close line to drop dead
That ******* explosion
Then silence
Dead ******* silence
Lying there
In the grass
With the cold blades licking your ears
S   p  i nn i  n g
B.l.a.n.k.
gone
I wrote this poem and then it got deleted and i tried to rewrite it from memory...
L Smida
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