The tweaked body locked;
indoors, hollow, yet full of mind;
lost
to emotions,creeping,crawling,pumping
through my veins;
Spaced
with unclear visions sounds that
cackle to my ears, full of
drumming like echoes of a tribal dance
language
I hear words, meanings unclear
A constitution of beats
my body swaying to the sound, lulling
swaying, humming to the beat;
harmonizing the aching pit, soothing
this vacant soul
Replica,
a picture on a wall;
the perfect image, a persona ideal
Snapped,
grins intact forever to look upon
to ponder, this image there stance
reality, or simply a trance
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