Oozing out of you
The pores of your skin
Making your hair stand
Its some sort of intensity
Directionless
Poorly contained
Bursting at the seams
Its some sort of craziness
Nothing you created
It is in your eyes
Not a brightness
Each word drops from you
Helplessly disconnected
Each moan escapes from you
Higher than before
New places
Old madness
Directionless
Uncontained
Only a sad tune remains
It plays within you
Parallel, always understanding
All else is left behind
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