I feel it..
Cleansing my body..
Burning away the sins..
Purifying my soul..
The sluggishness will soon fades,
and perfection surfaces.
***
At last,contol once more.
Constructing perfection
(with every hunger pangs).
Sealing insanity,chaos..
Away from reality.
A distaction,
(that's what it is)
all I needed,
(to hide)
the imperfection on the inside.
A contest entry
- Stream of consciousness by brandy..
550 points, ended February 21, 28 entries
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