Trololol

inside the mind of a wannabe rock-star, angsty teenage girl with an over-reactive imagination.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

something which could loosely be described as poetry.

She's gone again,
Lost her mind.
Forgotten her worries.
They all floated away,
A sea of bodies

They moved as one;
Screaming,
Jumping
As one body, perspiring euphoria,
Dripping with ecstasy.
The real world seemed so far away.

Loud music,
pulsating like a heartbeat.
One heartbeat for one body,
made up of broken hearts and scarred wrists.
Mindless youth.

Broken hearted girl.
Nicotine in her veins.
Music flooding her ears.
She's gone.
Never wants to come back.

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