Thursday, July 16, 2015

punk rock

Bathed in sweat, cleansed in motion.
Ripping away all dishonest flesh,
Skeletal freedom, violence surging.

Incinerate each moment.
It will never come again.
Each drumbeat, the world is destroyed.
Each drumbeat, the new world explodes.

Become a raw bleeding thing,
thrashing, honest, exploding on the floor.
Each moment ringing chords and raging chorus
gives cause to tear free from plastic skin.

They stand before: bleeding, broken, screaming, authentic.

Become, a raw, bleeding thing,
Burst old wounds with unflinching truth;
Drain the pus.
Let it shine like a wretched pearl, in the honest sun.

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