the need to move...

[unholyangel]

Well... i've been toying around with throwing some words out here for a bit. Here we go...
the need to move...
Rhythm scratching skin
submitting to voices screaming,
clawing – marking their space.
Time drawing out essence
through strong blue veins.
The thumping sound -
a mind-shattering mimic
of a heartbeat...
As melodies twist and slice
(like razors through bare flesh) -
a tear falls…(i am) exposed,
and throats rise in laughter...
how can i turn away... (from?)
Into multi-colored darkness
surrounding – bodies bend.
Knowing nothing,
save the steady flow of life…
to shut bright eyes (no longer blind)
and slowly drown...
be well...
.da angel.
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if we are what we eat, then what is to be said of what we choose to listen to...?

 

[sarah*aka*s*k*]

I like it!

You write a little like me - kinda disjointed but if you look into it it actually all ties in together and the meaning flows - it have been interested in checking out the different ways people write lately, it is funny no matter what I am writing it always has a similar style or rythum or something (the word is on the tip of my toungue).
Anyway - Good Work!

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