Hate Sensations

Like a bullet through the air
You hit me like a nuclear warhead
And explode inside of me
Burning, turning hope to dust

Some kind of sensation
Ripped apart by degrees of faith
And the mushroom eats sanity
Spinning, twisting dreams dry

Sparks of nothingness
Burns the last of passion
And the skies in my eyes
Busted, Broken shredded particles

Of black




Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2008-09-12 at 15:34

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
To paraphrase you
this poem hit me
"like a nuclear warhead"

It's very original and a
rather refreshing read.

~L.~
2008-09-24