It rushes your senses.
You cannot escape.
You feel numb to the bone.
Your hunger is slaked.

It kills you inside.
This thing of hate.
Your brain implodes from the fusion.
Of red joy and yellow sorrow.

You drown another.
You reel and shake.
You wake up tomorrow.
And it all starts again.


 
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