Being without you is starting to hurt,
you surround me and linger in the air;
I taste music and strawberry dessert;
Everything about you begins to blare,
my senses overload when you’re not there;
Rosy smoke in my eyes turning them red
your firestorm raged in so unexpected;
Stupefied my lungs and it’s hard to breathe
a repetitious beat on a drumhead;
Shivering is making me grind my teeth.
It takes a
man
with a stalwart,
confident,
martial manner,
and
an almost hitleresque voice
to convince
a man to kill another man.
It takes a fraction of a second for judgment to strike the primer and
put an end to the drumhead trial.
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