Electric Youth

Sun, 07/13/2014 - 13:50 -- Zora17

Turbulent veins

Ancient toxins flowing

Holding the reins

On a pain that is growing

The imminent echo of trains

With no railroad showing

Speeding down mental lanes

Impaired but knowing

Distorted sounds and visual frames

As fragments slip through the hands

Of time, memory, everything


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