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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The liquid is sharp sweet the Pulse the flicker and the light that keeps in time With the driving rhythm A sound of feeling the rage the Ecstasy Pump and hum the drink is cold I feel hot the sights and sounds burning down the body locks the flesh is in motion the drug boils deep through each tight vein I feel the coming insane seen there in the corner shadows Do you see? the forgotten in the corner were shadows remain eyes staring a shadow ill begotten as the scenes pulse, flicker, splash of light keeps in time refuses the light for the night in the darkest space they care not Last Remnants remain, stain out of the corner of the eye the bump and grind The crowd unaware But you see it there? the thing at the corner of my site sits and stares do you feel it not a haunted vestige underneath it’s eyes hot my heart skips my thoughts spin my stomach sours the imagery feeds darkness my sight takes my mind falling away from the light I think of this thing as a splinter in my sight Darkest night corners my eye and the pulse and flicker the sound in the rhythm and rage as a liquid is shot sweat trickles down spines curb around Pump and Flicker the lights keep time during the rhythm the sound feeds the energy The drink is cold I feel the hot heat of the bodies press sights and sounds burning down the drug crawls through my tight flash fire in veins their at the corner of my eye something sits something waiting, insane waiting wanting pain the coming rain pump and hum the electric drums complex tattoos of insanity there is shadows sits and waits don’t you see
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